Anaya walked in arrogantly, raised her leg while looking in front of her, and hit the glass door hard with her heel.
When the door was closed, it happened, but the cracks in the glass door made strange designs.
Abraham saw his movement with a clenched jaw. His white face was red during the seizure cycle.
He controlled his anger by running his hand over his thick black beard.
She knew how quick-tempered he was, so she deliberately provoked him.
Walking casually, she dragged a chair in front of him and sat down.
"What did you come here to get?"
Keeping his hands on the table, he looked into her cold gray eyes and said,
Anaya looked at him with a warm smile.
"I am one year and two months older than you. How are you talking to me? Rude!!!"
Placing her hand on her cheek, she patted he
