Coffee with the enemy

Ivan

I've never seen this woman before, but then why does she piss me off so much?

"What are you talking about?" I demand, glancing at Nefra, whose eyes were narrowing.

"Oh." Melissa giggled her hand over her mouth. "You don't remember?"

"You've met?" Nefra's voice was wary,

"We have." Melissa gave her a long sigh, almost like she was apologetic. "It was fun."

Fuck!

No, I don't recall her. That doesn't mean I did anything, does it? There was a lot I didn't remember from when I was high or drunk. Could I have?

"Oh, don't worry, D," Melissa assures, her eyes sparkling mercilessly. "It was just sex, lots of fantastic, carnal sex, but that's all."

Nefra says nothing. She sits there, staring at her.

"Number 162." They call our order, cutting into the tension.

"I'll get it," Nefra mutters, standing quickly.

"Baby." I try to grab her arm, but she moves away. No, fuck, fuck, no!