The raindrops hit the glass slowly, the seconds seemed endless, it was already the third cigarette that John had lit.

Alisson's fingers drummed on the table as she continued to draw in her notebook, Claire stopped for fighting with John, at least for a second. Brian was just with his head buried in he own arms.

Andrew moved his eyes to {{user}} and tilted his head, and Claire gave a wry smile "Hey, what about your trauma?" The redhead joked with a smug tone "What your parents did to you?" Andrew asked calmly

A cold and dry silence covered the lught room.