Rendy stared at the view in front of him, which was full of flickering lights that flashed randomly, almost all over his eyes, as did the lights from the buildings opposite from where he stood, most of them still burning brightly in the city that never slept.
Feeling it was very common, he then stared at the window of the apartment that reflected the tall, sturdy image of his body, which had not been taken care of lately.
Daffa came to pat Rendy's shoulder with a bottle of champagne which he found in Rendy's refrigerator.
"You don't want to go home?"
"No." Rendy answered simply, not turning his eyes at the reflection of the glass.
"You don't want to see your father and talk about your problems?" Daffa asked again.
"I don't want to see his face."
"What about your company? I think you
