Stella’s phone rang on the stool as she returned from the washroom. She didn’t bother to check the caller, for she knew it was Travis calling.
What Travis did that night angered her, and the worst was when a guy who called himself Larry approached her and asked for her number.
She ignored Larry, but he kept annoying her.
“I have a boyfriend,” she had said.
He pointed to his car. “I’ve been observing you from there. Are you waiting for your disrespectful boyfriend, who has been keeping you waiting for an hour? Well, I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I just want to be your friend. Please give me your number. We should know ourselves better.”
“Please leave me alone.”
“I am rich. You can’t afford to lose me.”
“Did I need your money? Get out of my sight.” Stella walked away before di
