C164 Looking at People Through the Crack of the Door

I didn't pay much attention to him along the way. When I stopped at the hotel entrance, he came over reeking of alcohol and said, "Are you unhappy?"

I squatted down and locked the car, saying, "No."

"Then why aren't you laughing?"

"I can't laugh."

He tugged at my arm and said, "It's fine if you try to put on airs in front of me, but when you see my friend, you must give me some face