Isabella returned to her apartment with mixed feelings. She threw herself onto the sofa and carelessly tossed Irene's handbag onto the floor.
“Damn it! That was Felix’s ex-girlfriend? Up close, she really looks like an angel! Why did they break up?”
Isabella leaned forward, now sitting upright. Rubbing her forehead, which ached from dealing with various issues all day, she began to think, “It seems like my life is going to get really complicated from here on out!”
The phone in her bag suddenly rang. Isabella sighed deeply when she saw Peter's name on the screen. With a tap, the call connected. "Yes, Peter?"
"Hey, Isabella! When are you going to deliver the next chapter of your novel?"
“I don’t know, I’m busy.”
There was a pause; Peter was silent for a moment before finally continuing
