(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

“H-how d-did you?”

“W-what… w-why are y-you h-here?”

“D-do you n-need a-anything?”

These were her spoken questions. I glared at her making my intentions clear.

“Ms. Jen Storm, you seemed surprised. Or should I say perplexed? Tensed? Baffled? Scared?” I straightened my before-crossed arms and stepped forward.

“Why? Did you do something awful to make you feel like that?” I cornered her.

“N-no, of course not, sir. I j-just didn’t expect you to v-visit here, I m-mean, you didn’t know my place, and you didn’t know me,” she stuttered, still going along with her act.

I scoffed, “Oh, believe me, Jen Storm, I know you very well. And...