Tasha smirked when she saw Dorothy sit opposite her, but her smirk immediately shifted to a worried, gentle expression—one that Dorothy found instantly unsettling.
"Dorothy, you're here already. I thought you weren’t going to show up, and I got anxious, so I ordered an orange juice before you what to you want some?," Tasha said, raising the glass of juice to Dorothy's face. She did so gently yet manipulatively and Dorothy knew she should be careful
"Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?" Dorothy asked, her expression serious and unamused.
"Nothing, I promise. I just..." Tasha sniffled, opening her fancy little purse and pulling out a handkerchief to gently dab her teary eyes. "I just want to be close to my family again... I don’t want to fight anymore. And I’ve been thinking—you’
