"Why would we be friends?" Nora scoffed, her voice laced with bitterness. "We have nothing in common. You're rich, you have a high status, and your friends are just like you. Meanwhile, I..." She hesitated, clenching her fists. "I'm just someone struggling to make ends meet. You and I...we don't belong in the same world."
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Demitri's gaze. "So, please, tell your grandmother to stop bothering me. I don't want her charity, her concern. And I am not ready for any kind of relationship, especially with you."
Demitri remained silent for a moment, taking in her words. He could tell—this wasn't just frustration talking. This was what she truly felt. She had been holding it in, and now, it all came spilling out.
"Alright," he said at last. "I'll tell my grandmother."
"Good." Without another word, Nora turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Demitri reached out and gently grasped her arm.
