He was calling her name.
She was dutifully ignoring him.
She just kept walking, ignoring the looks drivers threw her way. So a woman dressed in a very extravagant dress was walking down the pavement, black tears running down her face. Big deal. She didn't know why she didn't use the waterproof mascara instead. In her defense, she didn't think she was going to cry.
She didn't think she was going to have s*x with him in the backseat of his limousine.
So she kept walking, despite the cold air being merciless. She was shivering, her bottom lip trembling, but she didn't stop. And she never turned around. Even though he was still calling her name. She didn't know where she was headed, she felt a little disoriented. She didn't even know where she was. When she felt a hand on her arm, she
