Michelle
Watching the shift from him being overly seductive and trying to fry my brain cells for a brief moment to him becoming so angry that his frown made him look like the embodiment of a Japanese mask was strange. But it was his next reactions that really got to me. His face instantly became a mask of ash as his deeply tanned skin turned ashy and pale. His ocean-colored eyes, once bright, soon filled with horror. He lowered himself to the floor, getting into a squat position with his eyes glued to the ground. Slowly, he removed the phone from his ear and let it fall from his hand, clattering to the floor without causing a dent.
"Are you okay?" I asked suddenly, hating the abrupt switch in his demeanor. Seeing him like this didn’t give me any leeway to get angry with him. He looked as
