I seemed to be third wheeling between the two of them when Alex remembered my presence.
“So, Vessa, still a Manizer, eh? That’s what they call you, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they do. What can I do about that?”
“Really? Why exactly do they say that?” Trish piped in, genuinely interested.
“Well let’s just say a quarter of a century of casualties or if you might call them that then, Relationships (though I don’t).”
“WHAT? Really? 25?” she looked flabbergasted.
“Yeahhhh…” I said.
“So who is the next prey? Eh?” Alex asked.
“They weren’t really “preys”! And well I am just not interested in playing around anymore.”
Alex stared at me long and hard. Trish looked at the expression in his eyes and I could feel that she certainty wasn’t happy.
“STOP staring at me! It looks creepy.”
“Well. Sorry. You just sound different in a very nice way.”
I looked at Trish with a side eye and groaned inwardly. I did NOT want Alex staring at me, I wished to tell her that. I started fidgeting with my phone. I wasn’t interested in Alex and I wanted to put her at ease so I made the excuse that I had some work, picked up my stuff, said my goodbyes and started to leave. Alex wanted to accompany me outside but I stopped him. I did not want things to get more awkward than they already were. I looked at Alex like, how could he be so dumb as to not realize the tension in the atmosphere and that made me wonder whether he was just stupid or simply slow in picking up the vibes.
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