Just after parting ways with Winston, I turned around and ran into Serena Shaw. I didn't really know her in real life, so I didn't bother greeting her. I just walked past.
But she called out to me. "Hold on."
I stopped. She walked up to me, arms crossed, and gave me a scrutinizing once-over from head to toe. With a dismissive snort, she said, "You're not even that good-looking."
I smiled back. "If you're sick, take a right out of the gate and hop on Line 3—it'll take you straight to the psychiatric hospital. You're welcome."
Her face twisted. "What are you so cocky about? Just because you bagged Winston doesn't make you special. A twig like you with that flat body—he'll get bored of you soon enough. Just wait—I'm going to take him from you."
So she still hadn't given up. She was after
