Cainan slowly knocked on the door to Jasmin's apartment. A few seconds passed and the door slowly cracked open and there stood Anita at the door. And as her eyes met with Cainan’s, a scowl of displeasure grew on her face.
“What do you want?”
“I came to see Jasmin.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and squarely stared at him. “Why? So you can break her heart even more? Drop her for the next desirable thing?”
He shook his head, “Anita, please I need—”
“No,” she held up a finger to suspend his speech, “you don’t get to come here and tell me what it is you need. Not after what you did to Jasmin!” she snapped.