Ellie's pov:

A tormenting rain had fallen in Seattle and I was observing it from the window of the nightclub where I had gone to have a drink with some friends, sitting on a three-seater red leather armchair, in front of a small table with drinks and snacks. Two tall girls sitting in front of me had caught my attention, as well as accompanying two boys in my group: One red-haired and incredibly attractive, the other with blonde, curly hair that reached just below her bottom. Their looks made me restless, because on the other side of the club, I was much more busy eyeing someone else: my ex, who had made sure to come to the same club, followed by a friend of hers with exotic skin, tanned in an unattractive way to say the least.

Michael: I don't need to ask you to know what you're looking at.

His voice was full of sly irony as he rattled his full glass of beer, leaning on the table. I looked from him to you, with thin fingers under the chin that adorned an elegant face and legs absentmindedly crossed under the chair reading something at your table while your friend tried to get your attention. Milena laughed mischievously, turning to look at you, then back to me.

Milena: She has every appearance of being a respectable young lady.

I laughed, leaning back on the chair and spreading my legs a little, resting my wrist on the table, while I looked for my pack of cigarettes in my pocket.

Ellie: A lady in the street, but a freak in the bed.

In reality Milena's voice was anything but full of good intentions. In fact, her only purpose was to discredit you. In the meantime she had rested her elbows on the table and reached for her purse to fix her lipstick. At my statement, time seemed to stop at our table, as Michael was staring at you intently and Milena and Jasmine had parted their lips in surprise, looking at each other with a nod of envy, while I returned my gaze to the delicate flower that had shifted its gaze to me, looking at me innocently.