Come back to me
I was completely in awe.
And the spectators, pretending to be embarrassed or shocked, they deserved an Oscar.
Mischievously, I took her hands, helping her to her feet, and with the most pitiful eyes I had in stock, I said:
— Oh my God, don’t cry... Men are just scoundrels. Don’t worry, Klaus is who he is, he’s still my man, and it’s my duty as his woman to get him out of there. But tell me, how old are you? What family are you from? Do you have brothers or sisters? Do you mind if I use ‘tu’ with you? I continued. You might not believe it, but honestly, you’re not really the type of beauty Klaus usually brings home. But I imagine you’re at least good in bed! I laughed while shrugging.