Rhea
I look up, and the eyes staring back at me are familiar, most definitely a pair I've seen before, but which I can't immediately place.
It takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm face to face with the very same woman whom I'd seen leaving Daciano’s room a few months before, on the night we first had s*x, the one whom he'd said he didn't touch. There's been some tremendous change about her, one I can't immediately place my finger upon.
My mouth opens to say something, but she barely gives me the time to fashion a reply as she sits down next to me without waiting for my answer to her question regarding if I'd wanted her to join me or not. The bright smile spread across her face has an odd characteristic I'm quick to notice — it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and brings a question ma
