Chapter 9

Hazz's POV

“These pants of yours are ridiculous. Your hair needs a cut. Your glasses are dirty. And checkered shirt went out of fashion five years ago” she shot at once, like a viper that expelled poison. I stood still, not daring to face those points she had noticed with a single glance. “Have you ever been arrested? Do you have children? What's your favorite food?”

I blinked more strongly. What the hell was that? A group of employees emerged in a corridor, certainly going out in search of lunch. I had already been late to the point that an entire shift of work was leaving for the break. I took advantage of the situation to try to escape from the woman and her strange questions.

“Girl, I need to go to work... Can we talk about it later?” I disguised it, turning around as fast as I could. A sound of rattling of clothes and the dye of bracelets told me that the stranger was following me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes, she practically ran to stay on my back.