The family

Despite being reluctant to tell his story, he simply couldn't resist her. He couldn't even keep pretending to be annoyed at this point. "Allright, but that confession of yours better be worth it." He said, smiling when noticing how she was looking at him.

He himself to ended up letting his gaze linger at her figure a little longer than usual. Then he leaned back in his seat and glanced down his empty glass before placing it back on the table. "It might surprise someone like you, but I've never met my father. My mother, if she's still alive, doesn't know him either." He then looked calmly at her "Now, you might wonder why this is so, but that's because my mother was a whore, or prostitute if you prefer that. Because of her job I spend most of my time as a child together with all the other bastards on the street and that's about it. End of story.". And here came the moment where that second drink would have been handy. He looked down at his glass without any expression on his face anymore, not because he was embarrassed by the part of his life he'd just revealed to her, but because the part he never told anyone. It hurt more than he'd expected to be reminded of the others, even though it all happend so many years ago.