“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Amy yelled at Alessandro, picking up her clothes and holding them up against her skin, so haphazardly that she didn’t even get a second to notice what she picked up to cover herself.
Sensing that her loud voice might be able to attract someone around the corner, he stepped inside the closed the door behind him in a hurry, still unable to reciprocate his side of the story.
“Okay, listen… I just wanted to talk.” He stepped towards her, but saw the shade of red covering her face, immediately recognizing that she was beyond angered. As her nostrils were in flared and her eyes were shooting daggers at him, while her upper lip twitching with anger.
By this point, he recognized that look way too well.
“Wanted to talk? What the hell did you want to talk?
