I hadn’t seen him in ten years…And here he was, Evan Richards, his face staring at mine…Yet AGAIN . And I can tell you, I was not happy. Not at all.
“How have you been, Laura?” his voice disgusted me. I hadn’t been planning to hear it for the rest of my life.

“Better than you, Richards, I can tell you that,” I growled behind my teeth.

“Ooh, touchy. What’s the matter, wake up on the wrong side of the bed, dearie?” he sneered.

“I have a cramp in my leg, if you have to know. And NO, the sight of your face subsituted for the horridness of waking up badly,” my eyes narrowed. Richards and I, we go way back. And unfortunately, we work in the same place. “Get lost before I puke all over you because of your face,” I said.

“Same to you,” Evan lifted his chin and strolled off.
“Hmph,” I tied up my hair and added a few sparkles. And then, I put a smile on my face and stepped out into the ice ring.

The championship was about to begin.