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LUCIANO

White heels is the first time I see before the door bangs close. I look up at her face ands she crosses her hands over chest.

She tilts her head to the side and I look up at her and she isn’t carrying a pleasant expression. I press my lips together as I watch her. Maybe if I say something funny her angry expression will go away. Hopefully.

“Hey, I didn’t except you to come here already, did you take a plane or what?” I ask and she isn’t still smiling with me. Indeed she is reallly mad at me.

She walks over to me and she pulls the chair it so she can sit down. She settles on the chair and she placed her bag down.

“Are ready to tell me what is happening to you or are you going to search for another thing to talk about?” She says and I kick back my head. I run my hands in my hair as her watch her unable to say anything ij meaningfully. I have to find a way to stall so she will get tried and give up on asking me questions. But that is asking for the impossible when it come