Pamela’s body

Martin placed the glass of vodka on the table carefully, laughing

"Believe me, I am a gentleman by giving you the drink like this in French."

Matthew removed his headphones from his headphones, "You like vodka with cream too. I Notice this, it's funny."

Martin picked up his AirPods and asked, "What are you listening to?"

"Oh Arab Ahmed, I know Marcel Khalife's album."

"Hahaha I have a family that adopted me from Iraq."

"Is it the crisis of Arabism?"

"What do you mean?"

"You read the background in the screen?"

Martin smirked, "Yes."

"Okay"

"Are we done with the English physical definition?" Even Matthew doesn't seem to think that Martin often knows exactly that this is how to be a find of someone like that a lot so close past.

"I have been working at Firefly Publishing House for four months now, and I have never seen you before."

"Oh, I don't go out of the library much. All my time is there, arranging the books by date and names, so as making chocolate, I'm also a student I try to learn how to make chocolate desserts, so that means taking the ceremony of course."

Martin stood up and bowed to him, "Chocolate God."

Matthew stood up and I am My Lord.

They sat laughing, "Would you like to share that wonderful glass of wine with me?" Martin said

"Yes, please."

Martin went to the waiter, Matthew clenched his fists together and quickly put his card in Martin's bag before he came.

When Matthew returned his blue eyes were so innocent.

When Martin got home he called Matthew but strangely enough he asked a question "Do you think the rules were found was broken?" Martin was in the door room of the library when found his sister Pamela killing herself by a gun.