Three Means 1

"Apartment girl"

Dulce stopped in her tracks. She looked down at her shoes, desperately avoiding eye contact with Angelo and the girl he was holding.

"Who's that girl? His girlfriend?" The thought raced through her mind, her confusion growing as images of their earlier session flashed through her brain.

She wanted to leave unnoticed, so she began walking away, hoping none of them had noticed her presence. But it was too late.

"Apartment girl!" Pierre's voice called out.

"Apartment girl?" The words rang in Dulce's mind, reminding her that they didn't even know her name. Anger boiled, as she realized the audacity of their actions. How dare they seduce her without even knowing her?

Forced to confront whatever was happeningf, Dulce turned around, forcing a fake smile as she approached the group: Pierre, a strange looking lanky guy, another man she barely noticed, and Angelo, with the girl by his side.

"That bitch." Dulce thought bitterly, immediately feeling a bit of sympathy for her. She shook her head, pushing aside her negative thoughts. Why should she care about the girl's feelings? She was likely being cheated on, but that was none of Dulce's concern.

"Hello, I decided to come down and have a look around." Dulce said, struggling to hide her irritation.

"Oh, darling, you won't find much this week. Too many of us in the streets and the shops are closed." The girl in Angelo's arms replied, her accent thick like the twins'.

Dulce studied the girl, taking in her features. She had long black hair that fell down to her waist, along with piercing blue eyes that seemed almost intimidating. Her nose was cute and button like, and her lips were thin, appearing out of place on her face. She wore a cream colored dress with brown circles on the bottom, matched with black flats adorned with a bow.

Unable to resist the comparison, Dulce thought about her own appearance. Her brown hair, dyed with golden hues, fell below her breasts, framing her face with long bangs that almost hid her eyes. Her nose was round, her lips full, and her eyes hooded and brown.

As she observed the girl, jealousy as well as self doubt bubbled up inside of Dulce. But she quickly pushed those emotions aside, to not let them consume her.

    "Guess I'll just head back then." Dulce said, trying to hide her discomfort.

"No, please stay. There's a nice bakery open at the next block." Pierre insisted, pulling her hand gently. It made her stomach flutter.

"You look beautiful, and I want to show you around." He complimented, trying to tuck her long bangs behind her ear. His eyes followed hers and she couldn't avoid her confusion. He had just named her "apartment girl"; what was this sudden treatment?

"Nous vous retrouverons plus tard devant l'appartement. Essayez de ne pas mourir." He yelled, pulling Dulce and guiding her through the multitude.

(Translation: We will meet you guys later in front of the apartment. Try not to die.)

Now, inside the bakery, she was surrounded by the comforting pastel colors and familiar smells that reminded her of home in Edinburgh. It was a huge difference to the chaos outside, a little haven of peace in the middle of the mess.

"Do you like it?" Pierre asked, his voice softer now as they stood in line.

"Yes, it reminds me of home." She replied, feeling a bit calm.

"I suppose there are many in Edinburgh." Pierre commented, with a playful smirk on his lips.

"Not many, but I own one." Dulce revealed, earning a raised eyebrow from Pierre, making her feel more exposed than ever.