There used to be a time when I believed everything my loved ones used to tell me. Where lies were disguised as truths in my eyes. An innocent child who didn't know any better about what lurked outside his gold stone walls. On the inside, life was perfect. Nothing lasts forever. Especially the innocence.
Without warning but such casualness and sass Kimberlina walked through the door of her home like a tornado... his home; their home. Ozark, Missouri. Lorenzo was sitting on sofa, eye contact was instantly made as she came through that door. Her heart was racing as everything she planned to say, all the words she needed to release spun in her head with anxiety. This was unlike her. It was complete silence and her emotions were already getting the best of her she did not handle several emotions at once well. She left her white roller luggage at the door stepping into the living room. She had even made sure to wear those ripped jeans he liked her in. Yes she had planned every second of this moment except the silence that fell upon her. She placed her hands on her hips, "I'm back now, I'm not asking just letting you know." She popped the pink bubblegum in her mouth.
Kimberlina bent down to greet Oz and give him lovings, his excitement relaxed her a bit. Part of her thought he'd miss her. She has been gone about five weeks now. "You knew the way I love was different, from the moment we met. I think we both can agree on that." She said as she rose back into upright position. "I act like a brat translate into I want your attention, picking small fight is my way of saying I want kiss and while I b i t c h every day about how your snoring keeps me up it appears I can't sleep without it." Tears began to lightly cloud her vision. Her fingers curled up into a bawl stabbing her bombs. Not the water works, not right now. She needed finish everything she needed to say. "This is what you signed up for so your stuck with me. I got attached, I fell in love and you're just going to have to put up with me! Because there is no way in bloody hell I am raising our baby alone." She did not mean for it to come out as a blurt. "You did this me so you're in it with me. Plus it is your fault I love you anyways. No refunds. I can handle not getting married or having a piece of paper that says you mine for life. Who wants to be fat on their wedding day? Not me!" Emotions were flowing through her whether she wanted them or not. The hormones could not be helped.
Kimberlina had been so wrapped up in what she was trying to say she did not even take acknowledge to the fact she just dropped a huge bomb so casually. "I don't want a life without you and what we have might be backwards or different but it works. It's us. " She began pacing back and forth as she spoke. She was also eight days sober. That has been one of her biggest challenges. It was not as simple as do what's right for the baby. It was the biggest reason she had to leave Vegas. "No one is going to understand me like you do or put up with me the way you do. I'm difficult to love but you do it. At the end of the day you made your bed and you must lay in it with me next to you every day. No quitting here today or any day."
It was his look, that look if shock on his face that she realized she had made a remark to being pregnant during her rant. She stopped pacing and stood in front of him, "If I'm having a baby there is no one else I'd want to be the father because I don't know the first thing about being a mum." Her arms fell to her side in almost a defeat like manner. She was tired, she was restless but most importantly she wanted to lay in his arms while he told her everything would be alright. "There's this tiny little us inside of me and all I have wanted was to come home to you, to share this with you." A tear fell from her eyes. "I was not sure I wanted to have a baby. I kept thinking I didn't deserve this opportunity. Until there was a moment in the hospital where there was a chance I was not pregnant. My heart broke thinking I might not be." Kimberlina pulled out an ultrasound photo of their baby handing it to him to see. "The baby is fine and..." She took a deep breath because part of her still knew it was miracle with all the partying she did when away, "healthy and growing on track. I needed to know that for certain before coming here and telling you."
No matter what they were going through she knew this news deserved more than a text and was not one to be had one the phone. She respected Lorenzo far too much not to tell him to his face. "I very much want to have this baby with you. I want to raise it together and love it together. I love you Lorenzo and I love our life together. We are better together. You are who I want by my side. So what do you say? You wanna have this baby with me?"
Yeah Kimberlina thought she was hot sh*t telling off Lorenzo the way she had, releasing her pent up anger on the man she loved because he was her safe space. Never could she imagine the storm she caused brewing inside of him, sure they got into back in California but nothing, absolutely nothing stuck her like his unleashing tonight. His every word hit her right in the heart. It felt like a dagger had been plunged in and then twisted. Hazel green hues swelled with the tears she fought so hard to hold back as be kept digging to be knife deeper. This was what to the end felt like? Like torturous death. If the baby and hormones were taken out of the equation would all this of hurt her so bad to hear? Absolutely! He was not just her boyfriend, he was her soulmate, the love of her life.
The room around her felt like it was spinning and a queazy stumble took over her balance to the point she needed to sit. The desk was the nearest seat, she needed to ground herself immediately. This was all too much. It was never suppose to go this far, it was never suppose to come to this. While Lorenzo could not see it or could not understand leaving was never a game, it was never her way of saying saying goodbye to a them. She was hurt, embarrassed, she like a down right fool after her proposal. She did not know how to handle it, how to be unhurt by something he had every right to react badly too. Kimberlina has originally left because she was just a mess who needed her best friend. Phone calls, texts and video chat could not mend the situation, she needed that hugs and those comforting cuddles if reassurance that everything would be okay even if it had not gone to plan. That was why she left. Seeing Juliet was suppose to save them, not destroy them. But was she about to explain that after all he said? Hell f u c k i n g no!
"Back to dancing? You say that as if it is some sort of shock. What did you think exactly would happen in Ozark once SINsation got up and running there? Did you honestly expect me to just give up my career?!" She hissed, her tone was angry and displayed the fact she talked through a clenched jaw. "Typical bloody bloke expecting the lass to give up her career to take care of house. It would be bad for business not to put me on stage." It was the one thing in life after throwing away medical school and education all together that she was even good at. While it may have sounded silly or selfish Lorenzo found his place in the world and dancing was no different for her.
It was almost best that such conversation was had over the phone because out of pain of heart ache her temper was through the roof. She could strangle that man right now! "You never wanted the dog in the first place, you always call him stupid. You only want to keep him to spite me! It's pathetic that a grown man would do such nonsense. I'm staring to question what I ever saw in you!" She did not mean it. She knew exactly what she saw him, a soul much similar to her own that was capable of the kind of love only she could ever understand. He was charming and funny, a bad boy who's side only came out in the presence of her. The kind of man you go to war for and she had.
Another knock came at her office door and help the poor soul on the other side. Clearly her message had gotten around the club not to enter her office because this time the door remained close. She took the black nine inch stiletto off her left foot madly pitching it at the wooden closed door, "Go the f u c k away!" She screamed. "We're bloody adults handle sh*t!" Her body had completely tensed up with rage and she hopped off the desk going around to retrieve her chair to sit in. Her head pinning the phone between her cheek and shoulder.
"You can be a real f u c k i n g idiot, has anyone ever told you that?" Her words and attention now targeted back towards Lorenzo. "You sit there like child boohooing how I ruined everything! Placing all the blame on me taking zero accountability for your blame in all of this." As she spoke she rifled through the desk drawer, after a year her stash was still there. Pulling out the white small baggy she bad no choice but to place Lorenzo on speaker. "Did it ever cross your mind that if you did not want me ruining your plan that maybe you should be filled me in? There's food for thought. Not to mention ass, when I proposed I thought I was sticking to a plan. All you spoke about over the last year was how you gonna get me marry you. Congratulations to you won! Except you celebrated by basically telling me no." A snort of annoyance rang through. "You have the audacity to question what I want."
Kimberlina began spreading the contents of the white powder on the desk in front of her using her credit card to cut the lines. Her while body was shaking out of anger and craving. Craving to fix all that she was feeling right now. She would do anything in this moment to feel nothing. Anything. "How dare you!" She screamed, "You have no right, no f u c k i n g right to question me if I love you!" Both fist slammed against the top of her desk causing the lines of cocaine to distort and need fixing. "If you want an out Lorenzo don't use me to get it. Don't make me the scape goat because you're too proud to admit I am not who you want." Were her words true? Was she not what he wanted? Even f***ed up addicts deserved happiness. Yes?
A crisp bill rolled and ready to go. Her hands were shaking, her whole body trembling from the anger that consumed her. She was seeing red and did not give a second thought about the life inside of her as she leaned in to inhale that like before. Not until she felt a cramping below, one that rocked her to her core causing her to cry out in pain. Dropping the bill immediately before she could take the line ber hands went to her stomach. "F***, f***, f***." She breathed in a heavy exhale. This time she was not speaking to Lorenzo. "No, no, no, no, no, no." She begged. She needed to calm down, she needed to breathe. All the anger and emotions were not effecting just her but the baby as well. The baby that she had almost forgotten about when she came close to sniffing that poison.
In her defense missing the first call had purely to do with her having to find someone herself to clean up the glass shards she created when knocking the martini off her desk. It would appear out of either pittiness or being incapable to follow orders Peaches had sent no one to Kimberlina's office. Which of course only irritated her nerves further. She clearly was on a mission today to destroy whoever crossed her path. The downfall poor Lorenzo was not here to see the warning signs of her wrath to know stay clear. He just had to talk.
"Depends what you want to talk about? The weather? It's hotter than Satan's asshole here. Oz? If he bothers you that much I'll reach out to Lachlan to bring him to me. If it's about us, I'm done talking about us...." She could hear her own words, hear how badly it sounded as soon as it left her mouth but it was not at all how she intended it to sound. Yes she was no mood to speak about them but f u c k now was she done with them. Ending things was not what she wanted, she feared it.
From the corner of her eyes she could see Gerald staring at her as if listening in on her conversation while he swept up the mess. Green hazel eyes rolled with disgust chucking a pen at his head. "You can go now Gerald I am done with you." A phrase that also probably did not sound the best if you were the person on the other line having no idea what was going on, on the other end. She stayed silent however until the annoying little bartender left her sight closing her office door behind her. He was surely no Jimmy and most likely the next to be fired tonight. This place has really gone down hill since her departure, clearly letting buck tooth becky take the reigns in her absence was a huge mistake.
A heavy sigh fell through the receiver of the phone unsure if Lorenzo even bothered to stay on the line, "I can't do this Lorenzo. Not right now." Her tone pleading him. "I have too much on my plate right now to fight with you." It had been exactly two days and eighteen hours since Kimberlina found out she was pregnant. Which meant it had been two days and eighteen hours of her handling absolutely everything cold turkey. It was a battle she was quickly losing but that was not something she could tell him because that meant telling him she was pregnant. Once he knew she knew positively her right to choose would be taken from her. Not that she had made up her mind about anything or officially decided she did not want to be a parent. Everything was up in the air and she was losing the battle. "It's been a long day and I don't have the patience."
Another knock came to the door as Jersey walked in, "Heya boss, Ford wanted me to check that you're still going on at eleven so he has your track prepared."
Why in the world must everyone keep interrupting her call? What was so interesting? "Yes and if you ever enter this office again without being told to come in I will have Reno take you out back and cut that hand off!"
Could be not tell she drowning? Could be not see by her tone that everything was not okay? Kimber was the last person in the world to beg for anything and at this point it had to be obvious just where exactly in the world she was. Not that she was sure she wanted him to find her right now. Sure she was not showing but face to face could she keep such secret? Between the craving of addiction, cravings in general and the stress of everything weighing on her it was Lorenzo who would end up being her punching bag. He would have to take the heat of her aggravation and lack of availability of knowing how to cope with so many emotions at once.
"So what is it Lorenzo? More demands? More telling me I'm broken and don't know what I want?" She hissed through the phone, "Spit it out because I don't have all night and go on in thirty minutes."
It's funny isn't? How a couple of minutes can feel like hours when waiting on a text from the one person you want to hear from. It was complete agony. What if he didn't reply? What if he was done with her? What if he blocked her number? It was not like she had hundreds of text messages waiting for her like she had when she first left. It has been complete radio silence between the two. What if in the past five days he met someone else? It was not completely the most irrational thought, not when she looked back at their first meeting and how quickly everything developed between them. It was hell on wheels going 120 mph and no brakes. It was exhilarating and beautiful. Even then she never wanted it to end, never wanted to part from his side. The way his hand felt cupped in hers while running for their lives down that back alley, she knew, she felt it; sparks.
Both hands returned to rest upon her stomach, "What have I done?" She whispered with a croak in her throat. "What if he does not want me to come back anymore?" Succumbing to emotions as she spoke to the only person she could right now about any of this. What she would say next would give that tiny little human inside of her hope for the first time if it could even hear or sense her emotions, "What are we going to do?"
Kimberlina had been pregnant before, twice to be exact. They were probably the only two secrets she had ever kept, not even Juliet knew. Juliet knew everything. The first time was when she was eighteen years old, she had gone down a dark path after being stood up at the court justice by her high school sweetheart. She had gone on a bender of cocaine, alcohol and nonstop partying after meeting a new friend; Saint. He was who had introduced her to the fine life of cocaine. About two months into wild lifestyle Kimberlina had blacked out to only wake up in a hospital from alcohol poisoning and finding out she was ten weeks pregnant. Where of course the doctor laid into her over the effects that drug and alcohol could have on the fetus. But she already knew this. There was time before her life got all f***ed Kimber was going to be a doctor. She got an abortion, not to spite Knox or get revenge because she knew the likey hood of having a healthy child was a 3% chance. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make and not one that was made lightly. Then there was the second time she found out she was pregnant was a few months before she met Lorenzo. Cocaine is awesome but free cocaine is even more awesome right? Wrong. Free cocaine led to bed being raped because she was stupid enough to let the new stranger in her building into her house. An innocent life was taken for the fact she could not say no to getting high even though she had plenty left in her own stash. Her decision while reasonable due to how she got pregnant had also been selfish. She was not interested in giving up her lifestyle for a child. She was a monster. Definitely not mother of the year.
Saved by the bell, quite literally. In those three minutes it took for Lorenzo to text her back Kimberlina had spiraled into her emotions, down a rabbit hole. That photo of Oz was just want she needed to bring her back. God she missed him, not just the dog but the man attached the leg in the photo. It was the most she had seen of him since Lachlan dragged him away which yes was for their own good. It possibly saved them both, saved their relationship or what was left of it anyway. Lachlan deserved more credit than either of them tender to give him. However her happiness was short lived by the follow up text. A text that would make anyone's heart sink. The we need to talk never meant anything good. It never led to anything good.
So this was it huh? He was just going to dump her in a text all because she didn't do as be said and told him to f*** off? In her defense she told him that she loved him. She was riddled with emotions and anger, the heat of the moment had gotten to her that day. Technically it was all his fault. He was the one who had knocked her up and caused her to be filled with uncontrollable hormones. Even if neither of them knew at the time. There was no way in hell she was just going to let him have an out this easily. Her head was spinning with wild accusations and she could not help herself.
"No." That was all she sent a simple no. No more and no less. Just no. A text she was sure to would make Lorenzo fly off the handle with anger but she did not care. Nope, not even a little... maybe a little. Because even though she said no she felt sick in the pit of her stomach wondering just exactly what he had meant.
Regret. Resentment. Forced. Three words that circled kimberlina's brain on repeat since the day Lorenzo showed up at Juliet's house demanding she pack her things and come home. While deep down she knew his rage came from a place of care, that she could understand the anger because he loved her it was hard to rationalize in that moment. There was only thing that came to her mind as her own blood began to boil, 'who in the f u c k did he think he was?' and was be looking to get snatched? He demanded she pack her bags and come home? He demanded?! The rounds of arguments that was capable of going between them two was exhausting, never ending but easily fueled because there was no denying these two souls were in love. Words screamed and buttons pushed to the max, no two people who weren't deep in love fought like this. There was no care to the surroundings neighbors of a home that was not there to cause a scene in. The sight of Lachlan sitting in the car with a front row seat as he shook his head.
Kimberlina's emotions had been all over the place, she felt everything to the extreme and control she could not find it. She could not lock down her emotions. She could not give off that cold vibe as if his worry for her was unimpressive. She tried, she tried hard but it was as if everything he said stung that much deeper causing her more rage and that rage brought on the tears. God damn it did she hate crying even in front of him, she hated the very idea of it and the tears would not stop. Which only gave her more reason to be upset with, more reason to take his words wrong. But she was not the only guilty party of doing so. It seemed no matter what she said only ticked him off further. At this point standing there in the middle of suburbia in Juliet's front porch any two healthy adults would have walked away from one another. They would have realized they needed a breather to calm down but not them, not Lorenzo and Kimberlina. What no on looker in that neighborhood would ever understand and possibly not even Lachlan. They were not fighting each other they were fighting for one another, fighting for them, fighting for Kenzo. No matter the pain or misunderstanding she did not want it to end, she did not want to call it quits with him.
"I love you but you can royally f u c k off Lorenzo!"
Kimberlina found herself looking back on the day frequently, it consumed her every thought. As much as she attempted to try and occupy herself with other things she could not, not fully. Even being back in Vegas, back at SINsation, back in what other's might not ever understand but her comfort zone there was no escape. It had been five days since that fight outside of Juliet's house and he had not called or texted or emailed or randomly shown up not even at the club. Sure she came to Vegas to escape but she knew it would be another obvious place to look for her however Lorenzo has never been to her loft. The nights they had spent together after the club shooting that brought them together were spent in his hotel room. At first for safety reasons because he promised to protect her after she got him and Lachlan safely out of her club but then out of habit, out of attraction to his company. Where had they gone wrong? Where had she gone wrong? She would do anything to go back to that moment before things got complicated and now it would turn out there was another complication. One she could not foresee that of course had terrible timing like everything else in her life.
"Boss." A quick rap at the door as one of the daytime dancers entered her office with a drink tray in hand, "Jimmy told me to deliver to this to you." The thin blonde placed a dirty Martini on the cherry oak desk Kimber was sitting at.
Amused laughter forced from her, it was a good thing this ditz never met Kimberlina before a couple of ago or she might have seen right through her, "I always did tell him it was never too early to get nasty."
It was clear the blonde had more today why she fidgeted with the belongings that sat along the desk failing to take her exit after putting down the drink.
A heavy sigh exhaled as the scent of the alcoholic beverage was making Kimber irritable, "Was there something else you needed Peaches or was there confusion about the simple task of bringing me a drink and leaving?"
Peaches body language only became more nervous as she eagerly tried her best to spit out the words she now questioned even more to say, "You see... umm..." Her fingers pushing the blonde strands from her bob haircut behind her ears. "My boy's father said be can't take him tonight. I was just wondering if maybe he could come here for the last forty-five minutes of my shift. David's a good boy you see and he listens." Her tone was full of rush and panic while trying to sell the idea of a child in the strip club. "I can put him in the dressing room, Star said she would keep an eye on him while doing her makeup. I don't have anyone to take him and his father's a real deadbeat ya know?"
Kimberlina waved her hand to silence the dancer she no longer cared to hear from, "Sure. Absolutely. If an inspector or fire Marshall happen to do a surprise visit I'll just tell them to ignore the fact that there is not only an underaged person in the club but a f u c k i n g child!" She hissed standing to her feet to meet eye to eye with the idiot before her. "Don't worry sir one of my dancers didn't know how to keep her legs closed and got knocked up by a dead beat... We don't run a f u c k i n g daycare facility Peaches!" Her hands furiously slapped down against the top of her desk. "But I will for this one time only do you a favor...."
"I know, I swear to God I know and I promise you won't regret this. David is a good boy and real respectful!"
She had been too eager to cut Kimberlina off in the middle of speaking, "You're fired! Now you won't have to worry about needing a sitter, you're welcome." Her petite body was shaking with rage at the dumb twit but man did it feel good. "Get your s h i t and her out!" She hissed knocking to be drink off her desk, glass shattering before the feet of the crying stripper. "Send someone in to clean that up."
The rage was coming back but was it because Peaches had interrupted her thoughts of Lorenzo or was it because she had the audacity to ask if her child could hangout in the changing room or was her hormones getting the best of her? Had she overreacted, had everything she done in the last month been an overreaction because her body had been consumed by hormones? If Kimberlina was to really think back to the day she left Ozark, to why she believed taking off without notice and turning off her phone over the laughter of her proposal to Lorenzo was justified. Was her home loans to blame for everything? Maybe she was the one at fault, maybe he was not wrong when he told her to stop acting like a brat. A word she normally took as a compliment especially when it came from him.
Another heavy sigh exhaled as her right hand rested upon the flat service of her stomach, "You're not even here yet and already f u c k i n g everything up. You're not really making a good case of why I should keep you around."
However blaming the unborn child who wasn't much of a fetus yet would have to be continued at a later time because the nausea took full swing of control. Kimberlina barely had time to grab the black waste bin beside her desk to vomit in. The heaving, the expelling of stomach acid and the hot air that hit her back in the face from bouncing off the upchuck was completely miserable. She was disgusted with herself. All she wanted was to be held and told this would all be okay but such act was not possible. Because for it to be possible she would have to tell her boyfriend she was pregnant. She was not sure there much to tell right now other than she did not know how to feel.
In a moment of weakness and her emotions going haywire she retrieved her phone opening up to the text messages clicking on Lorenzo. What would she even say? She began to type I miss you but quickly erased it. Instead she decided a good ice breaker after she had slammed the door in his face last week would be "How's Oz?". Yes she missed their dog, he kept her company on so many nights that business kept Lorenzo away for days at a time. But she also missed her boyfriend and asking about Oz gave her an excuse to reach out.
Life is complicated and love had proven to be more complicated. More complicated than it was worth? Yes? No? Maybe? The answer was uncertain, the answer was up in the air. There was no sure answer when it came to love other then the effort one was willing to put out and what that person was willing to put up with. Love came with no certainty and the second you believed you had a certainty in anything regarding love, it with devastation quickly show up to prove you wrong.
The chime of Kimberlina's cell phone powering on played as the logo appeared across the screen. It was the first time she had turned it on in a week since shutting it off. The rapid dinging of notifications began on repetition the second her home screen loaded fully. Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lorenzo. They were all from him with a few notifications here and there from Instagram and Snapchat. In one week she had over fifty missed calls, three hundred and seventy-four text and her voicemail was most likely full. However she did not check a single text or voicemail, she cleared the notifications. She was not ready to speak to him it hear what she had to say. It was hard enough that he was all she thought about since packing her suitcase and taking off to California without notice even though through the use of Juliet's phone she made it appears as if she has been having the time of her life with her Instagram posts and stories. It was all just a twisted maneuver to hurt the man she loved because she was never one to take woes of the heart easily. He hurt her and in a way she wanted to hurt him. So if anyone asked she was living it up on her little escape and having a blast without him. There was absolutely no way she would admit out loud or even to herself that she was miserable without Lorenzo.
"Are you mad? I don't want you to feel like you have to this."
"No Lorenzo I'm not mad. I know you love me and have my best interest in mind."
"I did not think you were serious, we joke about it all the time. I don't want you running off at the alter. I love you precious and one day we're going to get married."
That conversation replayed in her head, haunting her every second of every day. The conversation filled her with so many different emotions and none of them were good emotions or emotions of relief. She was hurt, scorned, devastated; she was not mad she was pissed the f*** off and with good reason. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to never see him again, she wanted to take back the moment she so foolishly in her own way asked him to marry her. She had been so c*cky and stupid. She was certain he would say yes to he was looking for a wife in which she had a whole mush filled speech memorized before following with a ring. Certainty was the killer of hearts. It was where she went wrong. How many times had she told herself she would never get married? How many times had she feared the day would come close to where he'd ruin their entire relationship by asking her to marry him? How many times had she told his family over the past year that she was not interested in marriage? And yet, here she was in California as a runaway because she had proposed to him.
She hated him. No she didn't. But she did... in that non-hate kind of way. She hated that he made her fall in love with him. She did not ask for these feelings. She did not ask to move to Ozark. She did not ask to become vulnerable. It was too late now. There was no changing any of it. There was no such thing as a time machine to take her back before she had made all these mistakes. However, would she really want to? If she truly had the choice to go back in time, stay in Vegas, stay away from Lorenzo, would she? No. But she'd lie to herself and him if ever asked that the answer was yes.
The sound of the doorbell would bring her back to reality and out of the spiral she was spinning down. The announcement of someone's arrival was unexpected. Juliet was at the dance studio with her children and she had not informed Kimberlina that anyone would be stopping by. Then again knowing her best friend she probably ordered Kimber Postmates or Door Dash knowing she didn't cook and the truth was besides a lot of alcohol this past week she had not ingested much food. It was no secret that how much Juliet worried about Kimber. She had witnessed her at her very worse, a few times. It was probably the reason Kimberlina's bright idea of dealing with the hardship in her relationship was run to Juliet. With the exception Lorenzo, she was Kimber's safe space.
Tossing her phone down on the cream white sofa besides her before lifting herself off the couch. Bare feet dragging across the nude soft carpet. Answering the door took energy she did not have right now. She was half tempted to pretend no one was home. Fate would only justify that feeling once she unlocked the door opening it not to find a food delivery or that her best friend forgot her house key but Lorenzo. He came all the way to California. Why? Why was he here? Why was he standing on Juliet's doorstep? So many questions spun through her head, so many emotions boiled inside her but she had to keep her cool. She has to seem unbothered by his presence. As if all the ignored calls, texts and voicemails did not make it obvious why he was here.
"Can I help you?" Her tone was far colder than she had intended.