Arianne had completely lost the will to laugh at this point. “Alright, alright. Next time, if you have anything you want to eat, just let me know. I'll take you there. I have to go home now. Mark's going to nitpick at me if I get home too late. ”
Tiffany noticed a taxi driving towards them from not too far away and raised her hand to flag it down. “Go on. You go on ahead.”
***
White Water Bay Villa.
Mark was smoking out of frustration, finishing his cigarettes one after another as if he had no intention of stopping.
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