It was late in the evening, Rachael had just stepped out of the office, ready to go pick up Nate from the hospital. She was getting ready to hop into her car, when someone held her hands, making her spin around to look.
She yanked her hands off, her face suddenly looses its smile as she stares at him with rage. He's been coming over, and each time she tries to make him understand she's moved on, he doesn't listen.
"What is that supposed to mean? Why? For how long do I have to tell you that I'm not interested?" She sounded pissed.
George stare blankly at her, disbelief wash through him. He hasn't even uttered a word, but she's already fumed.
"Did you ask me why? Just look at this side of your face, for how long is he going to keep hitting you?" He tried to touch her face, but she jolte
