"...And I have already answered you. It's none of your business," Lola said with her arms folded.
Johan took a gentle step forward closer to her. Standing at the front door of an apartment and before Lola, he looked around wearily, studying the cracked and graffitied walls, cobwebs on the ceiling with flies buzzing at the bulbs, and empty packets of whatever was lying here and there.
"I. Am. Sorry. How many times will I say it? What do you want me to do?" Johan tried to hold her hand, but she shrugged off his attempt.
Wearing casual clothing, Lola rested on the side of her apartment door with her arms folded. "I don't want your apologies. I don't want anything from you. Can't you just leave me alone? Go and be with Chelsea. Why are you still disturbing me?"