"The unmerciful Damien."

"Do you live around here?"

Damien started, tracing the curves of the lady's face. She had a cute round babyish face. She was a blonde and her eyes were blue.

"What if I don't want to talk to you?"

The lady looked up from her iPhone 14. Her facial expression was long and uninterested. The corners of her eyes were dark and creepy. There was this strangeness to the cute combination. That might have been what intrigued him and made him walk up to her.

"But I do want to talk to you. You don't seem to have much choice, do you?"

The lady dropped her phone on the table in anger.

HERE WE GO.

Damien thought. It was obvious that the lady was about to lose it. That was the reaction she was giving. She hadn't only dropped the phone on the table, but had made a wild thud with it.

"That's enough. You should get going now or I ask the security men to throw you out!!!"

The lady who hadn't been polite all along, tried to make herself sound quite polite. Damien found it strange.

"I'm quite in pity