REID
Fuck!
She's here.
She's staring at me.
And she looks......different?
Wait, was I doing something wrong when I was with her? She was beautiful then; hauntingly beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the woman standing before me right now.
She has a glow about her and she appears to be more aware, more confident.
Her expression is one of someone who has their s**t together.
Our eyes hold for God knows how long. She still has those bright, knowing eyes; and they're perfectly lined with dark eyeliner. Only one thing is different about them.
They are stone cold, hard and judgemental.
She hates me.
Klein taps me on the shoulder.
"She's married, and her husband is standing right beside her."
I fight the urge to look at the husband. It'd probably turn out to be a glar
