Effect of the drink

Zara's POV

"Can we talk for a second?" I looked out on my right and saw the woman who's leaning at the wall, she's looking at me like she's longing for me. I just stare at her and trying to let that sink in my brain, Layla is in front of me, my mom wanted to talk to me. 

"What do you want?" I just coldly asked and stare at her. 

"I just want to talk to you." She answered. 

"I don't have nothing to say." I was about to close the door when she got her hand in between of the gaps. 

"Please, hear me out." She pleaded and I guess I don't have choice but to listen to her. 

I let her in, and I immediately sat on the couch, I don't have the reason to be polite or even treat her like someone relevant here in this facility, I'm not an official employee here after all. 

"Have a seat, don't expect for coffee or tea, this conversation will just be short." I said to her, and I saw her sat in front of me.