El Tigre stood just inches from the pitiful heiress with an umbrella in his arms. He came back just for her and was wondering why she ended up in the streets cursing his name.
"You are still here?" Gabriella was really surprised to see him. She thought her long night dilemma had ended when she left him earlier yet there he was again, standing like he was his knight in shining armor and she was a damsel in distress. The only odd thing about such a description was that Gabrielle knew she was in a mess but she refused to be saved by him.
"How could I not be here when you look so pitiful like that," Primo stated and his expression was nothing close to pleasant. "What happened? Did your friend throw you out?"
