Jeremiah knew, he was just someone in his prime having fun with girls. Being a playboy—with many flings to be toyed.

He considers his life to be fun, even Jeremiah's relationship never lasts a bit. Even so, his handsome face, height and muscular body can't stop the girls threw herself into Jeremiah's arms.

Why so serious, right? —Jeremiah thought.

He was still smoking outside the bar and leaned against his Ferrari. Taking a deep breath of the strong, expensive tobacco, releasing all his fatigue into the air.

He looked at the deserted night street. The air is getting colder because it's late autumn. Sometimes he also thinks.. can he be serious and stop playing around with all this?

His cigarette was getting shorter and shorter, making him sigh in frustration—not with the cigarette but with himself. “Damn it.. so annoying.”

His parents' demands for him to get married soon, no matter how much his parents wanted grandchildren and the next successors to the Cole family business.

Jeremiah paused for a moment, staring at the night sky when he suddenly looked down, a small kid in old and dirty clothes holding an empty food wrapper, staring at him with innocent big eyes. He felt the kid homeless staring at him with pity which made him a bit annoyed.

"What do you want, brat? You want a cigarette huh?”