I gave María José a mocking smile. "Axel said he doesn't like women like that. Do you get that? He doesn't want romance."
Her fingers twitched in response like a pianist's fingers poised to strike the keys, but frozen in anticipation.
Oh, do I love that? Love was an understatement. It was ethereal seeing my broken flower broken again.
I tilted my head, letting my smirk widen. "And you know what else? He said you're just like a little sister to him."
Her entire body stiffened.
I could practically feel the cracks forming in her little heart, the way her mind struggled to reconcile my words with whatever foolish fantasy she had built in her head.
She finally found her voice and it came out small and hoarse. "H-How did you know he was the one I…"
Oh, that's right. I couldn't tell her; 'Hey, I'm Luis and Axel comes to rant to me about you almost every fucking time!' Could I?
