jealous husband
"Please, don't cry," I said worriedly. "I asked you here to have fun... Not sad..."
Daisy glanced at me, but she didn't say a word. It makes me confused and don't know what to do.
"Mr. Richard..."
I turned my head and saw the waiter come with a tray containing 2 glasses of beautiful red drink mixed with block-shaped ice.
"Thank you," I said.
The waiter left, and I focused back on Daisy. She was daydreaming instead, so I thought she needed a drink. I took a cocktail to her, and she immediately drank a little.
"Ughh... What is this?" She sneered, refusing to take another drink.
"It's just a cocktail concoction... you try it little by little, slowly the taste must be perfect for your tongue," I said with a reassuring look.
"What if I get drunk?" She asked.
I smiled faintly. "It does not make you drunk. And even if you do, I'm here."