My eyes follow her gaze to the bar where you’re sitting and I feel both delight and dread coursing through my veins. It amazes me how you can feel two conflicted emotions at once.
I can tell you are having some kind of debate with yourself as you stare across the room at nothing, your shoulders slumping as you chew on the corner of your lip.
It hurts how familiar you are to me even now that we’re strangers.
Before I can compose myself Harmony is approaching you, the sharp clack of her heels echoing throughout the room. I can feel the anger radiating off of her even with the distance between us.
Harmony: What the fudge do you think you’re doing here?
Riegel: I don’t know, I just thought–
Harmony: You just thought what? That hey, let me just show up whenever I feel like. It’s no big deal. Don’t you know what it does to him every time you do this?
Berrybloomsims 