Not Who She Expected
As soon as she looks at his face, Louisa recognizes his face and her insides curdle like milk with lemon. She can feel her heartbeat in her throat. She contorts her lips into an awkward, toothy smile, but her cheeks were not so compromising. When the guy finally adverted his gaze to the barman, Louisa’s smile fell lifeless, allowing her face to return to its usual cold hard gawk. The guy had no idea who he was talking to and flirting with, but Louisa knew exactly who he was.