Few can dare to say New York does not look just as stunning under night rain. The colours bustling the streets, almost as if refracted by the raindrops.
Despite this beauty, it took Jake 15 min to hail a cab from his brother's apartment. At least he manages to arrive before her.
He purchases them tickets to Ocean's 8. The rain outside does not allow him to wait for her by the curb. His stock-still presence installs itself as close to the revolving doors as possible, not interrupting the flow of people.
How the hell is he supposed to tell the beautiful woman he is about to meet that her guy's cheating with the lowest scum possible?
Fucking hell.
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
