Gina couldn't comprehend the feeling she got sighting Sandra before her, just when the need to see her increased. The lady's grin changed to a nervous and then stern look, as she'd frowned at Gina's unfriendly approach towards her.
"Why that look?" Sandra asked, placing her handbag on the reception counter. She'd avoided Gina's stare like a guilty b***h and instantly turned her focus on Felicia, who'd popped her gum ready for some drama.
"Felicia, what's going on?" She decided to direct the questions to Felicia. There was no doubt she already suspected what was happening but couldn't give in. She'd adjusted her hair bandana and thrown into Felicia's hands a bar of chocolate.
Felicia's eyes wandered to Gina, who still maintained her cold judgemental look at Sandra.
"You wanted her,
