LUCIA
I don’t know how long we have been staring out the window, each lost in our own thoughts.
“I must get going,” I murmur, attempting to rise from my seat. My friends are probably wondering where I am.”
“Sit down. We are not finished talking,” he says with an air of authority.
“Gabriel...” I begin.
“Don’t make me say it again. Sit down Lucia. Now!” he demands. This.... What the hell?
“Don’t yell at me! I don’t want to sit down. I want to go, and you can’t tell me what to do,” I snap back at him.
Desperate to avoid argument, Gabriel takes a step back, pouring himself another drink before approaching his desk.
“I don’t want to argue with you, so if you want to stay standing, that’s fine. But you are not leaving here without listening to me. I’ve said this before and I will say i
