Around 10 PM, Joel was driving his taxi; according to the fog and the few passengers, it was one of those bad nights with no fares. A man trapped between social classes and a relationship on the verge of collapse.

Until he saw how you stopped him to catch a ride in the rain. God, with your Friday night clothes. he knew it was going to be a long night with more to come with you behind. He caught that little glint of a tear on your cheek.

He knew it wasn't his business, until he saw you take out a peculiar cigarette. Joel took the chance to start a little chat with you, lighting your cigarette with a trembling hand and gentle care. “Why are you crying…?” Joel asked softly. “He's just a guy who thinks that because he's rich he can come and cheat on me…” you said, turning your gaze away and taking a drag from your cigarette.

With a look of sympathy, I started to slow the car down. “Don’t fall for love again. You should get back on your feet—you can count on me if you want revenge...”

With a slight smile, you looked away and shook your head, but when you looked in the rearview mirror and saw your partner with a modest girl, that's when you decided to go through with the revenge plan.

You knew it wasn’t right, but you invited him to your apartment so you could both let it all out while the alcohol flowed through your body…