He opened the door quietly, scared that they might hear him. But he realised that he need not have worried: Maria was so busy being kissed by Andalo, they would have missed a herd of elephants stampeding. His bile rose as he saw that good-for-nothing snogging so shamelessly with her. And he picked up the half-empty beer glass from the table and dropped it quite deliberately to the floor, unable to suppress a grin as the two scrambled to fasten buttons.
Here’s the challenge:
Finish – or start – this story so that it makes sense. 😉