So there she was, Linda, the girl Alex had called when he had a fever. My gaze shifted between them, a mixture of bitterness and curiosity filling me as I observed her. As Alex uttered her name and mentioned our similar scent, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of girl she would be. And there she stood, clad in a vintage black dress that accentuated her alluring figure. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, exuding an air of gracefulness.
For a moment, I remained silent, feeling like a true outsider as they locked eyes, their connection palpable. Linda finally broke the silence, her voice carrying a hint of worry, "I was so worried about you. And now you're finally back."
"Well, thank you," Alex's voice dripped with bitterness. "Oh, this is Emma. Emma, this is Linda."
Linda then turned her gaze toward me and extended her hand, "Nice to meet you. So... you're the girl Alex brought back with him."
