"She was such a sweetheart" he said with an almost pitiful face while cleaning the red blood stains off of his gun.
"Such a sweetheart..." He repeated with even less regret showing in his light blue eyes as he was analysing in detail the wounds his bullets did to the blonde young lady sitting lifeless on the marble floor.
The pale color of the floor together with the shards of broken diamond from the chandelier made all the scenario feel ethereal but the sight of blood made it less boring.
The way the red liquid of life made its way to Andrew's feet made him feel safer. He had the power to kill and he knew how to use it.
He loosened the knot on his tie and searched his pockets lazily. With his slender fingers he pulled from the inside of his tuxedo a cigarette and without any hesitation he got closer to the woman's deceased body and grabbed her white purse now almost entirely red. Searching, he pulled out a lighter and threw back the purse onto the pool of blood. The cigarette lit up and Andrew's eyes flickered with adrenaline like he didn't have a worry in the world.
