"Wait, Helen, aren't you happy to see me?" Samuel asked as he turned to face Helen.
Helen crossed her arms over her chest, standing by the gate entrance of her father's house, and replied, "I am not happy to see you. What do you want here? How do you know my father's address?"
Helen watched as Samuel's eyes followed her body, from her chest down to her blue shorts, and up to her face again.
"You don't dress like this at the university. Why? Hiding your God-given gift?" he asked her with a smile, watching her face as her cheeks flushed.
"Samuel, you don't talk like this, either. Don't flirt with me. We are sworn enemies. So shoo away," Helen waved her arms for Samuel to leave, surprised that he had found her home address.
She spotted the black car waiting to take him back.
"You should
