The Trap Of Ace
Wiping the perspiration off her forehead, she offered me her best smile.
I nodded. "Thanks. Just be a little nicer to people next time."
"Y-yes, of course, Mrs. Valencian. It won't happen again," she stuttered. Even she was aware of the judging looks she was throwing me. "I'm sorry again."
Flashing a small smile, I turned around and walked away.
***
Knocking on the door, I waited, rubbing my tummy. The smile was ear splitting on my face.
"Come in!" His deep Greek accent grumbled from the other side of the door.