s**t. s**t, s**t, s**t. What the f**k do I do? It's far too late to hide, he saw me. We're literally standing perhaps six, seven feet away from each other, and staring at one another. My heart's doing some horrible dance in my chest and just won't f*****g stop. What the heck is he doing here?!
"...Can I help you?" I force myself to utter.
Posh, British accent, deep voice. I slip back into Hera's role as if I was acting for a damn Oscar. Every single limb of mine gets into its role, and I'm trying to replay Benedict's lessons at super speed. I have to act nothing like June, if there's just the slightest chance he recognized me... I stand tall, definitely helped by the heels, checking him out from head to toe as if I was seeing him for the very first time, and slowly cross my arms as eleg
