Pride and Promises
Evelyn White extraordinaire, that's who, my subconscious answered tartly.
"Why, Ms. Rochelle Scorpion, of course. Do you know any other scorpions?" My mouth, which was suffering a severe case of verbal indigestion, blurted out before I could stop, all the while my brain was face palming itself- as if it had a face, or a palm for that matter- for sounding like a petulant child.
Adrian, who was in the verge of taking another sip of water from his glass, choked a little before recovering himself. For such a smart man, it sure took him some time to figure out which scorpion I was talking about.
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