"Why is that guy staring at me?"
"Gal, you are not the only beautiful woman in this room. The guy is staring at me."
"Mmmh. So, I am beautiful." Gal joked.
"I didn't say that, and can you stop texting me for the love of God."
Gal chuckled and glanced at Michaela; she was staring at the phone on her lap. Instead of listening to her friend, Gal sent another text, "Then why are you staring at the phone? You are waiting for my text, right?"
Michaela snorted and cleared her throat when everyone in the room stared at her as if she was crazy.
She glanced at Gal and then at her phone, she typed faster and sent.
Gal read the text and a frown came to her face. She read again, "until you tell me who you are, I am not talking to you, can you stop texting me."
