"You are not supposed to be here," Masha says.
"Are you following me?" I ask her, and square my shoulders.
"Don't kid yourself, I am the head of security, so," she is so cold.
"Do you have a problem with me?" I need to know what her problem with me is.
She starts to circle me and I turn, following her movements. I do not trust her at all.
"As a matter of fact I do."
"I am assuming you will tell me," I say, cocking my head to the side.
She is not so thrilled by my tone. Did she expect me to cower or go cry my feelings hurt?
"No. I do not explain myself to anybody, especially not you," she snarls.
"What has you so uptight? I mean did I really hurt you like that or something?" I am taunting her.
She laughs, shaking her head. "You give yourself so much credit," she kicks a stone. "And I really believe you hide behind the cockiness, and the snarky little comments."
