She watched him silently and only tightened her folded hands as her eyes shifted to the tiny pool before her. "I am sorry that I lost my cool today—"
Her coolness blew off. "You lost it? What are you even saying? What do you think I am, a toy that you just toss aside when you're done with and then pick it back again when you need it…" she knew she wasn't even making sense but she just couldn't stop her mouth from blabbering. "You, you think I am made of stone. Stop saying sorry for the things you don't even feel. Just as much as I don't need your mood swings is as much as I don't need your pity!"
She looked away and was about to step away when he held her hand. Slowly, suppressing her anger she looked at him. "I, I shouldn't have done to you what I did but, it's just that right now my company is in a tough position and it's kind of a headache for me, not to mention that people you interact with are my enemies."
"You mean Patrick is your enemy too?" she questioned.
