Vincent
Helen takes a slow sip of her drink, trying to stifle her laughter.
"What's so funny?" I snap, feeling my patience wearing thin.
"I just can't help but find this whole situation hilarious," Helen chuckles.
"What situation?" I ask, not finding anything amusing about being manipulated by a 20-year-old girl.
"The fact that this sweet, innocent girl has you, the stoic and unshakeable man, wrapped around her little finger," Helen bursts out laughing again.
I scoff at Helen's words. "You couldn't be more wrong, my dear. I have zero interest in Sarah."
"Am I, though? You haven't taken your eyes off her since we got here. I thought the plan was to bring me here and make her think you are into me. Instead, you've been ignoring me all night," Helen feigns disappointment, but her eyes
