Darryl looked at Keith's sleeping face and brushed the stray hair from his eyes. He moaned and stirred, which made Darryl stop, but he continued sleeping peacefully. Darryl smiled and halted after realizing what he had done.
"What the fvck was I doing?" he whispered. He slowly got up and went out of the door. Darryl walked to his bar counter and poured a drink into a glass. He then grabbed the glass and entered a room full of paintings he had bought from a gallery.
The moment he saw the paintings, he didn't hesitate to buy them. He was particularly drawn to images because he had seen so many, and it became his hobby to purchase beautiful pieces. The paintings were full of emotions. The artist did it so well, catching his attention. Darryl sipped the drink and left the room, locking the
