Don quickly ran for the door trying not to look at her.
“You think you can just reject me Don?!” she furiously said. He looked down at his feet. “If you don’t look at her, she doesn’t exist…” he mumbled to himself.
“This isn’t over Lothario.”
Chloe walked over to Summer excitedly. “Summer! Hi! Do you remember me?!”
“Should I?” Summer said rudely.
“It’s me… Chloe. From the prison?”
“Chloe! Of course! What are you doing here?”
“I’m trying to woohoo Don to death… but it hasn’t happened yet,” she said cheerfully.
“My Don?”
“Yours. Mine. What different does it make?” Chloe jested.
“I just want his money.”
In the living room, Don looked at his family photo.
He frowned as he suddenly longed for his club days.
“So you died?” Chloe said. “How did that happen?”
“A horrific snowball incident.”
“Oh Summer… I would’ve thought you knew better than to play in the snow with a name like yours.”
“That llama Caiden Scott ambushed me!”
“Did you say Caiden Scott?!” Uh oh… the secret just got out. Should we be worried? Keep following.
