C152 When She Was Angry She Didn't Need to be Calm

In the washroom of the restaurant.

Gilbert leaned against the wall outside the washroom, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette in his other hand. His entire body was filled with smoke.

Jean stood rooted to the ground, hesitating for a moment. She was about to turn a blind eye to it.

The moment they met, the man grabbed her wrist