Ruthless
" A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."
Oh is all I could mutter. Even he realised that the awkward moment that has just passed. He didn't talked more and we ate in silence. Deep down in my heart,a part of me wished the conversation has continued. I wanted to know about him more. For the first time, I'm curious about a person and it's him, Alexander King. I looked at his thousand dollars lighter place on a table beside. He has not smoked yet. I don't know if he would do or not. But the man who holds that lighter and plays with it is entirely different from the man who has smiled remembering his childhood. One is