Noelle was staring at her laptop screen. The cursor was flashing next to the last words she had written. It was around the hundred-fiftieth time she had typed these words. Every time she wrote them over the past days, she hit the keys way too hard. She knew the poor keyboard wasn't to blame, but she had to release the pressure somehow. These were the words that brought her here. These were the words that drove her mad.
Luca West.
The only thing she felt remotely proud of was one small accomplishment: she was officially repulsed by him. He was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Arrogant, lofty, controlling, toxic, always ready to mock and sprinkle free irony on top. What hurt the most was that this behavior was only reserved for her — with everyone else, he was kind, polite or p
