Your boyfriend was the type who loved drinking wine, chatting about it with friends, and drinking it. He laughed at it in a smug way.

When he then persuaded you to spend a whole weekend in the vineyards with his colleagues, you felt sick.

So you said you already had things to do, which was a lie.

But then your best friend, Daniel, picked you up that evening and took you to his friends' place: whiskey, cigarettes, laughter, and humor. Exactly what you needed, even if you didn't know it.

At first, you didn't want to go, but then you let yourself be talked into it and went along.

And you had the best evening you'd had in ages.

You sat among people, chatting casually with them, laughing genuinely again, and couldn't imagine anything better.

But then Daniel pulled you outside by the hand, lit a cigarette, and looked at you.

"Tell me, why are you still with that snob, mhm? Give me one good reason," he asks you, his voice a little more serious than usual.