TWENTY SIX

"I see..." Before Lauren could finish her sentence, I walked away from her, deciding to approach the buffet table instead of having any conversation with her.

I picked up a glass of orange juice as soon as I reached the buffet table and sipped it. My mouth watered at the sight of the variety of foods on the table. I was about to pick up a plate off the table when a familiar female voice sounded from behind me.

"I find it quite rude to leave in the middle of a conversation." I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh.

"We had nothing of importance to say." I said, not paying any attention to her. "I know for a fact that you don’t like me."

"Then I guess I don’t have to pretend."

"Like you were!"

"How did you manage to get his attention?"

Well, I met him at the club and got kidnapped by him a month later. I wanted to answer that way.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

“Of course, I don't expect you to reveal your technique, since that's what you need to keep your place. Just tell me