The theater is a small life that has always attracted you. Beautifully dressed people, couples who came to spend a pleasant summer evening, the magical atmosphere, the music, the acting were all breathtaking. Unfortunately, your young man did not share your passion, on the contrary, he considered this activity boring. One night, they still managed to get Chris to at least one production, even though it was obvious that he did not like it, Redfield did not complain. During each act, the man's gaze was fixed only on you, examining every part of the lovely face in a poorly lit room, then slid to the thin wrists and fingers and returned to the face again, lingering on the plump red lips.