"You already know me. Don't you know what I'm like?" replied Jayme to the statements and sentences thrown by Clara to intimidate him. "You know me so well; you even know what kind of woman I like."
"No, Jayme. Your type is just nonsense. You never had a definite type. A woman should only be able to satisfy you in bed. That's your type!" the girl accused, which made Jayme shake his head in disbelief without wanting to reply. It was just that Jayme didn't know what the girl had just eaten to be so impulsive.
Jayme got up and approached the girl he considered his sister. He then looked at Clara's face, and her pupils looked different from usual. Clara tried to avoid Jayme's gaze by looking the other way.
"What did you just eat, Cla?" asked Jayme while watching his best friend, who was stil
