"And, pray tell me, who is she?" she spat out, her dark orbs blazing with anger. You could almost feel the heat radiating off her, her anger comming in thick black waves. Her glare could have singed the hair off your face, she was one person you would not ever want to cross.
He, however, made the mistake. Now, her fury was turned onto him. She stood there, awaiting his response. To the onlookers, they would have expected him to be cowering in fear. Much to their surprise, but none to hers, he smirked at her.
"Just someone more important than you, babe."
And her heart broke inside, though her facade did not change. She hissed at him, her glare becomming more violent than you would have thought possible, "Bullshit." Turning her back on him, she strode off, as dignified as she could, through the masses of people in the thumping club.
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