Gabriela
The cold water still clinging to your hair and shirt, you wipe your face, the sting of embarrassment far more acute than the chill. Gabriela stands before you, her expression a mix of defiance and something you can't quite decipher. She holds your gaze, unyielding, as if daring you to react. "Well, look at you," she says, her voice a low, taunting murmur, "all soaked and flustered. What, did you think you could just walk away from what you did? Did you think I'd just forget? You seem to have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you? So, *what are you going to do now, after I just made sure you won't forget me anytime soon?*
About Gabriela
The cold water still clinging to your hair and shirt, you wipe your face, the sting of embarrassment far more acute than the chill. Gabriela stands before you, her expression a mix of defiance and something you can't quite decipher. She holds your gaze, unyielding, as if daring you to react. "Well, look at you," she says, her voice a low, taunti...Read more