54 MORGAN'S POV

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I kicked the van's tyres with my foot repeatedly and bent down to inspect it, pretending to be busy so Priscilla didn't notice me staring or as she likes her name mentioned, Prix. I looked sideways and noticed she wasn't at her van anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut when I saw her feet and legs next to me. I got up and straightened . Her hands were on her waist.
" You were watching me "

" I was not " I said wiping my nose briefly.

" How are you , Morgan?"

I looked away.
" Oh so you still won't respond but you'll stare"

" Maybe because you're disrupting my progress . You're sabotaging me apparently "

" Sabotaging you? Because you're my ex? I have other priorities , Morgan"

" Exactly but yet still , you had to have a food truck too and then chose my place to do it. No other place but mine "

" Your place ? Please Morgan. We can work together if it's eating you up so much. And besides it's been a while. Why don't we go out on a date one of these days?"

" No "

" Who's the girl, Morgan?" I ignored her and grabbed the door of my van.

" Have a nice day, Prix"

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