"It's my turn."

Simón shrugged, "so?"

"You're infuriating."

"On the contrary, I'm told I'm a very lovable person."

"By who? Your mother?"

"And my grandmother. And my friends. And my fans, which are at least a million."

"Well they're lying to you."

Simón leaned over the table, and got close enough so that she could see a small acne scar above his eyebrow. Such closeness made her a little uncomfortable, but couldn't really move. Instead, her eyes were hooked to his.

"I guess you'll have to find out."        

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