Mr. Abercrombie Model Hans? Not gonna happen.
Back at wherever I stayed...
Hans and I sat calmly on a bench.
He babbled on about his modeling career.
As if modeling was even that interesting, I thought, rolling my eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Ohh, nothing." I sighed, burying my face in my hands. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather." But that wasn't the case. There was only one thing occupying my mind. I still loved Mika. And at that exact moment I realized that I had hurt him, and he had done the same thing to me.
But I didn't care. I wanted him back. I needed him.
Hans shrugged. "Anyway, as I was saying..."
I crossed my arms and stared at the pavement. "You know, I'll call you later. I need to get some rest."
He shrugged once again. "Whatever."
Hans was clearly a self-absorbed idiot.
As I walked away, my eyes became teary.