67: HE'S KISSING ANOTEHR WOMAN

After convincing Peter for like decades, Eve was finally standing at the doorway of Piacere. And as she stood before the familiar metal door, she cannot help but have a hard time breathing.

“Aren’t you going in, ma’am?” asked the huge guard who seemed to recognize her immediately with the way his eyes changed.

Eve bit her lip and shook her head. “No. I’m going in,” she said and pushed the door open.

Indeed, nothing had changed in Piacere. The dancing crowd of people are still there, wild and free just as she was years ago. The sweet yet bitter scent of liquor still floats in the air but something seems amiss.

The scent of cigarette. Back then, she remembered it so clearly since she was always been suffocated by it. Yet, why does it seem like no one was using cigar now? Was it banned?

She first went to the counter where she recognized the person in there. Even the bartender was still the same. He still had this gentle smile though when he mixed the drinks,