"I am here to meet you, Sylvia." Finn expressed his intentions openly, which left Sylvia confused and suspicious.
"Why? I don't even know you." She told him boldly.
A grin graced his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips, which made Sylvia sick to her pit. Nothing was appealing about that grin, she knew it.
"Yes, you may not know me, Sylvia." He took another step in her way, and Sylvia again backed away.
"But I know every single thing about you."
Her eyes narrowed. She didn't believe a single word that he said.
"Just shut up and move aside. Let me go." Sylvia didn't bother with the formalities anymore because that man certainly didn't deserve her patience and her politeness.
When he didn't move, Sylvia took a sharp breath and tried to walk past him when his next words forced her to freeze on her spot, turning her feet as heavy as iron bars.
"I love that little mole under your luscious right breast, Sylvia."
