“Are you following me?” I asked as I recovered from the initial shock. That was the first question that came to my mind and I couldn't help but ask her.
She rolled her eyes as she flung the invisible strand of her hair to the back. “All my life, I've been the one asking that question,” she retorted.
My eyes darted around the shop, I paused at the door, checking if Raphael was still outside. I don't want Raphael to see me with Lisa because I don't want to do some explaining to him, not in this current situation.
“Lisa,” I warned. “I don't have time for you or whatever you want to say,” I said to her, urgency laced in my voice.
“I know right,” she said before turning to the door, the area of my concentration. “You and your lover boy got a money problem,” she whispered with a menacing
