Nina
Enzo didn’t seem to recognize me right away with my uniform and my hair pulled back. He came in and sat down at the counter while I was pouring coffee for another customer, which I nearly spilled all over the table out of shock.
My hands trembled as I approached the counter. Was he following me, or was this just a coincidence? Now, more than ever, I regretted ever sleeping with him. Why must he insist on playing with my feelings like this? Couldn’t he just move on to the next girl?
I walked behind the counter and immediately turned my back to him, pretending to fiddle with the coffee machine.
“Hi, Nina.”
So he did recognize me.
I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.
“What are you doing here?”
Enzo looked around and gestured a bit with his hands. “What do you mean?
