I pray he won’t tell that icy man I am working in a bar. That Rorquez looks talkative.
I turned back when I saw him in the parking lot of this bar. His car is parked in front of the bar. What the f**k! He is here too, so does it mean he is with that Rodriques?
“Hey!” he saw me. Before I could hide, he called me.
Oh my God! I hope he didn’t see me inside the bar serving that customer, but it is also impossible that he didn’t see me. Maybe that was why I was not comfortable, and I knew someone was looking at me.
“Hey, Ms. delusional,” he called me again. What did he call me?
I face him. I have a thick face, and I shouldn’t feel embarrassed. He should be the one who feels embarrassed. Princesses don’t feel ashamed.
“Kiki, you are here.” I acted like I expected his presence.
“What are y
