Hello hello my fellow romantics,
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Sigrid
Lucas’s furious eyes stared back at Louise. Her gaze was so intense, Louise had to take a step backward.
Before she could say anything, Lucas growled: “What are you doing here?”
She was getting up, getting closer to Louise, her eyes never breaking contact.
Louise raised her dirty hand. “I just wanted to…”
“Make sure I wasn’t doing anything suspicious?” Lucas sneered as she hastily wiped tears off of her cheeks.
Louise dropped the hand, taking another step back. “The door wasn’t locked and…” she tried to say.
Lucas interrupted her again. “I thought you would, under these circumstances, you would at least show some *respect*.”
Louise clenched her jaw.
“But you just had to come in here and see for yourself,” Lucas continued. She slowly shook her head, her expression one of disgust. And anger.
She took a step closer. “I lost the most important person in my life and you…” Lucas closed her mouth abruptly, squeezing her eyes shut.
The hair on the back of Louise’s neck rose. Oh no. This was bad. “I’m really sorry,” she stammered, as calmly as she could.
Lucas’s eyes snapped open. Her gaze searched Louise’s face for a moment. “You’re a horrible liar, you know that?”
Louise frowned, instantly insulted. This wasn’t the time to lash out at Lucas, though. She kept her mouth shut.
“I thought you were different,” Lucas said, shaking her head. “I thought you weren’t one of those blind haters. Like that yappy dog you brought, Hobbs!”
She snorted. “But you’re just another global coalition puppet. You believe everything they tell you.”
Louise’s nostrils flared. She felt heat rising to her face, her heart drumming in her ears. She was beyond insulted now. She was getting angry.
Lucas’s eyes were still red and puffy, but her glare had become more lethal than ever. To Louise’s horror, a nasty smile tugged at Lucas’s lips. “Oh,” she smirked. “That pissed you off? Why?”
Louise straightened up and squared her shoulders. She was fed up with being on the wrong end of the stick all the time.
Lucas’s face twisted into a snarl. “It doesn’t scare me when you tower over me like that, you know?” She lifted her finger and poked Louise in the chest provocatively. “*You* don’t scare me, Louise.”
A chill ran up from Louise’s lower back to the very tip of her ears. She balled her hands into fists. It was so tempting to strike back. But she wouldn’t. Not now. It just didn’t feel right.
“Look,” she said after taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “I didn’t know you were in here and I certainly didn’t know you lost someone. I will leave now.”
Lucas huffed, the disbelief evident in her eyes. “Oh yeah? Bet you’ll go running to your whiny friend and tell him all about this, right?”
“What? No, I …” Louise stopped abruptly. Lucas was right. That’s precisely what she should and would do: tell Hobbs about what she had just seen and heard. It might turn out to be valuable information after all.
“Yes, I have to. I’m sorry,” she said quietly, somewhat embarrassed.
Pain and disappointment flashed across Lucas’s face. She stumbled backward, tears welling up in her eyes again. “That’s what I thought,” she stammered.
Her hand grabbed the leather bracelet on her wrist, almost as if she was clinging onto it for support. “No respect at all,” Lucas sobbed.
She took another unsteady step back, her shoulder bumping roughly against the wall.
Without thinking, Louise reached out to her. “Careful!”
Lucas tried to push her away, arms flailing, tears running down her face. Louise grabbed her shoulders anyway and didn’t let go until she had helped Lucas back onto the closed toilet lid.
As soon as she was seated, Lucas hid her face in her hands and started wailing, her shoulders shaking wildly. Louise just stood there, paralyzed. She knew she should look away, turn around and leave. But she couldn’t bring herself to move.
Just as she was trying to come up with something to say, Lucas looked up from under light eyelashes. There was none of the fury left in her eyes. Only desperation. “Please leave,” she croaked between ragged breaths.
Louise swallowed the big lump in her throat, nodding slowly. She stepped back, her heart throbbing in her ears, and moved towards the door. She stopped just before she opened it, though.
Drat, that’s it for this week. I guess now we wait until it’s Saturday…
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