Three Means 1

"Apartment girl"

Dulce stopped in her tracks, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over her. 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 encounter flashed through her brain.

Determined to leave unnoticed, Dulce began walking away, hoping none of them had noticed her presence. But it was too late.

"Apartment girl!" Pierre's voice called out, halting her in her tracks.

"Apartment girl?" The words echoed in Dulce's mind, a reminder that they didn't even know her name. Anger simmered beneath the surface as she realized the audacity of their actions. How dare they seduce her without even knowing her?

Forced to confront the situation, Dulce turned around, forcing a fake smile as she approached the group. Among them stood Pierre, a peculiar-looking lanky guy, another man she barely noticed, and Angelo, with the girl by his side.

"That stupid girl," Dulce thought bitterly, immediately feeling a pang 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, her tone strained as she tried to suppress 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 closely, taking in her features. She had long black hair that cascaded down to her waist, paired 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, paired with black flats adorned with a bow.

Unable to resist the comparison, Dulce assessed her own appearance. Her brown hair, tinged with golden hues, flowed below her breasts, framing her face with long bangs that almost obscured her eyes. Her nose was round, her lips full, and her eyes hooded and brown.

As she observed the girl, a mixture of emotions surged within Dulce—jealousy, disdain, and a hint of self-doubt. But she quickly pushed those feelings aside, determined not to let them consume her.

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

"No, please stay. There's a nice bakery open at the next block," Pierre insisted, pulling her hand gently, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that 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 stark contrast to the chaos outside, a little haven of peace amidst the turmoil.

"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 more at ease.