CARLA

She has this look of disgust and anger. I don't remember ever seeing her before so what's her problem?

"I asked you a question. Who are you?" She asked again.

I crossed my arm, "Am I obliged to report to you? I don't think I owe you an explanation bitch."

She frowned, "Oh yes you do. You were coming out of my man's room. I should ask you what you're doing there."

I looked behind me to be sure she's not hallucinating. Her man? Who's her man? And why is the thought suddenly giving me a headache?

"I think you have me mistaken for someone else. You've got the...