Poor fate..
She sat on a seat nearby, feeling hopeless. "Damn! Since when did he become a pious monk??!!"
The man was talking constantly to different people, while everybody else had glasses in their hands, Rhehan did not have it.
Cheryl sulked at a corner looking at the man. It had already been more than two hours since then, but the man did not even hold a glass!
Rhehan was currently talking to an elderly lady, when suddenly someone touched him lightly. He looked behind him, turning his head and was a little taken aback. "Ohh! Mr. Steve George!!"
"Hello Rhehan! How are you?" Steve smiled warmly looking in Rhehan's green eyes. Those eyes were reminding him of Elizabeth. Once again, his heart felt a sharp pinch, thinking about his beautiful ex-wife.
Rhehan was smiling awkwardly at the man. Steve was being so polite to him, even after that tough rift and contractual fight between their companies. "I..I am good Mr. Steve! You tell how are things at your end?"