He Doesn't Love You At All

After work, Lisa crossed the sidewalk in front of the Petersson Communication office to meet Clara at the Socialite cafe. Lisa walked in hastily. She looked around, looking for someone she had never even seen in the real world!

'What a bitch, does she think I know where her ass is!?'

Not long after Lisa was pacing around looking for Clara, her cell phone rang. Lisa picked up the call angrily.

"Tell me where you are, bastard!" She snapped on the phone.

The woman on the other hand answered calmly without any agitation, "I sat by the window, dressed in white,"

Lisa turned her head towards the window. There, she saw a table for two and a woman with long, straight hair fluttering in the wind.

The woman had delicate white skin, like silk. Her eyebrows were beautifully curved as if they were embroidered. Her thin red lips were like a rose. Her nose was sharper than Lisa's. Her black eyes gleamed beautifully. Her lashes were very thick and curvy.