VIOLETA
It is him; it is really him. He saw me and seemed to be shocked to see me here as much as I was shocked and felt scared that I was standing in front of him. What the hell is Apollo doing here, and does Pablo know him? Does he know that I got a f*******: message from him? Are they friends? Are they trying to set me up on something?
I get to the bathroom and before I could close the door, Fiorella walks in too.
“Babe, what happened in there?” She asks, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Breathe, Violeta. You are panting,” She grabs Pablo’s suit jacket from my shaky hands, and I use the opportunity to hold on to the bathroom’s basin countertop and lean on it, taking deep and steady breaths.
“Violeta, what is going on? Talk to me, please. You were not yourself since you saw Pa
