"Stop it," I told her, "you met him at a club. That's no gentleman."
She turned her head and gazed at me. Eyes still red, reeks of alcohol maybe from last night party, I wildly guess.
"Your standard of gentleman is impossible, for fuck's sake. Then how am I supposed to find a good man, huh?".
She kept her hollow gaze at me whilst I'm finishing my morning coffee, trying my best to ignore her.
"First, you should stop hanging at clubs," solemnly I replied, "bitch."
"Fuck you, Ren."