Shawn posted on SM asking if anyone wanted to grab drinks since ‘some bitch’ canceled on him. “No,” Helen said. A bit eccentric. “What?”
Helen had closed the distance between us and sat on the bed next to me. I could see on her face that my tone had hurt her a little, but what did she expect? Her face could have been carved from stone for all the expression she was giving me. She was dressed in a smart grey suit and a white blouse buttoned up to the hollow of her throat, and I couldn’t help but notice a delicate, heart-shaped pendant resting on her caramel skin. I met her defiant gaze with my own, daring her to complain about her accommodations. I dare say you’re going to give poor Mrs. Rodriguez a bald batch if you keep this up.” When he noticed my apparent confusion, he clarified.
