One day in Moscow (3)

"Divna, are you following me?"

Sarah paused when she heard the name. Can it be the same guy from the styling place? She lifted her gaze and met grayish-blue eyes. Yup, it's the same guy. She can't remember his name, but those eyes and the cocky attitude are difficult to forget.

Well, he is persistent and not lacking in confidence. Sarah thought about how to get rid of him. This is the Bolshoi Theater, and she can't make a scene here. An argument should be avoided, and a physical fight is out of the question. And besides, this is her birthday, and she is dressed up for a special evening with Aiden, not to entertain some nobody.

Since punching and yelling are out of the question, Sarah decided to use sarcasm. "Yeah. I am following you. I saw you coming here, and I sneaked in with the hope that you will notice me. Can't you see that I dressed up only to impress you? And you fell right into my trap. Why else would you come and talk to your stalker?"