The two of them stared at each other for long as if weighing who holds the most power while Freira was getting uncomfortable by the second. Therefore, instead of watching them get heated on to a fight, she went to the comfort room to wash her mouth and make herself presentable. Getting in, she immediately saw how she looked and it was disastrous. She did not stare long in the mirror since she does not want to point out her imperfections and feel bad about herself.
When she got out of the room, Stanley was already dressed, sitting on the bed while Michael was smoking on the balcony, looking far ahead as if deep in thought. She went to the table and poured herself something to drink, having no idea how to deal with the situation they are into.
“Are you going now?” she asked, looking at Sta
