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"Who is she?"
"Hm?" His expression feigned confusion, but she saw right through it.
"Melanie. She misses you, apparently; needs to see you soon, she says."
She didn't miss a beat. The vehemence and confidence in her voice was a prominent contrast between the rawness of her eyes, prior to the tears.
He stumbled over his words: "I-er, hmph, what?"
"No Inglés?" She scoffed, rolling her stone-cold eyes in the process.
"Let's see if this jogs your memory. Blonde hair, green eyes; wow, you picked yourself a beauty. Oh, and what's this?" She gasped dramatically; "What a body!"
He didn't say anything. His eyes were wide and reflected those of an innocent man. The irony was almost comical.
Her voice dropped to a broken whisper. "Why?"
He just looked at her, seemingly not even attempting to provide her with an explanation.
She shook her head in disappointment. and turned to face the door.
"You'll regret it; that I'll make sure of."
With that, she left, promising herself that she'll get her revenge.
