LXXXV: Vodka and Broken Hearts

But to his surprise, Maya started crying as she hugged the vodka bottle. She was crying like a child that Pedro was not sure how to deal with.

Not to mention the fact that they were not the only people in the bar. Pedro felt his face heated up from embarrassment.

Pedro tried to grab the vodka bottle from Maya, but she was hugging it so tightly. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Maya, give me that damn bottle. So we can leave now….” As he spoke, he tried to snatch it back on more time.

“No! Robber!” Maya protested while glaring at him. She continued to hug the bottle as if her life depended on it.

Robber? Pedro’s face turned black. He was on the verge of hitting Maya. Discretely, he looked around and checked if someone else heard her and was probably now looking at him like he was a criminal.

Fuck! Pedro internally cursed as he realized that everyone else was staring at them.

“Maya,