"Stop it, Leo," Selma said firmly. "That excuse doesn't hold water. To vodu ne pije. I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but you are playing with me like I am some kind of toy."
Selma sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. She shifted her tone, trying to play off his worries with sweet words and excuses, claiming that her heart was his alone and that she was just playing the social game to survive. amir_kazic_leo_ft_selma_bajrami_to_vodu_ne_pije...
"I can't count them on my fingers anymore," Leo started, his voice heavy. "All of these guys you keep around and call your 'close friends.' First, second, fifth, sixth... I am losing track. Tell me, where do I fit in? Am I just an extra in your story?" "Stop it, Leo," Selma said firmly
The neon lights of the city club blurred through the glass of Leo's half-empty drink. He pulled his phone from his pocket, counting the endless carousel of names flashing through his social feed. He looked over at Selma, laughing with a group of friends on the other side of the VIP lounge. I don't know what has gotten into you
Selma stepped back, looking him up and down. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, and she wasn't having it.