CARLOTTA
I looked at him with annoyance written all over my face but I couldn't let my words out.
“Carlotta I asked you a question, are you mad at me?” he asked again.
“Hummm,” I let out a sound.
“Why?”
“I mean, I just needed a hug, because I was feeling down after the event of today, you just turned me down,” I answered in a low voice.
“I thought you… ..like… you wanted, you know,” he said in a stutter.
“No, no, no, I only wanted a hug that's all,” I said glaring at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically.
“It's okay.”
“Do you still want a hug,” he said, while spreading his arms.
“No, I'm good,” I said, walking over to my seat.
“No, that's a lie,” he whispered, pulling me into his embrace.
“I'm fine,” I told him, struggling to pull out of his embrace.
“Just stay still. Ahr
