Given the anxiety underscoring his evening thus far, Paolo should have been relieved at this fabulous distraction. But maybe because of it, he was uncharacteristically thrown by Sofia’s actions and offer. He seemed reluctant.
“What kind of welcome is this?” demanded Sofia, grinning. “Have I just been beaten by a wankfest? Are we ‘not in the mood’ then... got a headache?” And then, anger rising, “Cat got your tongue Paolo?”
“Sorry Sofe... but it’s all a bit clinical, un....spontaneous.”
“I’ll show you spontaneous,” shouted Sofia, humiliated. She leapt up grabbed her coat and was gone.
Paolo had made an enemy.
Christopher almost 2 years ago
You should've held your tongue and dove in, Paolo! You could've questioned it all afterward!
Peter Henderson almost 2 years ago
Oh oo, the proverbial has hit the fan
Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago
Paulo, you can be such a dickhead sometimes, what's the matter with you??!!