Julio threw her inside the room the moment he had closed the door. Outside and to the hallway were the sounds of the shoe heels echoing as they grazed the wooden floor. It’s Olly.
Siren has a vacant face, the look that didn’t care about what’s happening, and not worrying about the trouble wrinkling his face. It would have been better if she’s not here with the scene. But unfortunately, she was. Shrugging to herself, she hung the towel over her left arm and waited for another scene with that woman, Olly.
She did. She gently knocked on the door and called out Julio’s name in an even more gentle way. But just like her, Julio only watched the closed door without the need to quickly respond to her. The doorknob jiggled as Olly tried it.
Siren rolled her eyes to nowhere, crossed her arms o
