Pelars steps away from the door so I can see whoever it is that is at the door.
She raises her brow, using eye contact, to say, ‘Who is he?’ My hand goes cold as I see who it is.
It’s the man from earlier, the one who asked if I was okay and needed to talk after I did wipe my tears with the handkerchief he offered me.
“ What? Did you follow me here?” I yell at him, as the first thing that emits from my chest is anger.
I stare at his coffee brown eyes as he looks innocent, like someone who means no harm, but hell no, you can never trust their looks.
They can be heartless if they want to, and their looks are just a form of disguise.
“I’m sorry I had to. With the way you lashed out at me earlier, it got me so curious about what my gender has done to you.” He gulps calmly as he speaks; h
