Chapter 8

Penelope is not the kind of person who can describe herself as demanding. She lies with both men and women, having a greater preference for her gender. All of his art of conquest focuses on the depth of his black iris look and the beautiful smile he reserves only for those who draw his attention. In the middle of twenty-five years of age, she can already has a collection of hearts in need of her sympathy, and the list only increases.

“Sign here...” asks the receptionist with one hand over the visitor's book.

Penelope doesn't look away from the girl until she gives me the pen and takes the patient form. I realize that instead of the real name, my friend used a pseudo and, without blinking, I repeat the action, certain that I don't want any complications to have to deal with the next day.

“Are you single?” Penelope asks suddenly. I smile, but I avoid looking at the girl.

While I take the clipboard from Penelope's hazelnut-colored hands, I hear the girl clean her throa