Fourteen

        Tope smiled at the female figure walking up to her table and sat up straight in pride as she watched the lady glare at her while sitting opposite her.

"Hi. Care for a drink?" Tope said with a provoking smirk.

"Shut up. Why did you call me here? You know how I detest seeing you."

Tope scoffed. "Oh, please. You and I both know that I detest seeing you too, so the feelings are mutual, baby girl."

"What do you want? I already told you that, I don't want to see you again."

"Oh, but it will be very hard to get rid of me so easily, don't you think?" She said, smiled and ran her fingers in invisible circles at the rim of her wine glass.

She looked up at the lady and laughed. "Oh, chill. I'm not going to kill you, am I?"

The lady chuckled, looked down at the table, shook her head and loomed back up at Tope.

"Honey, you should be the scared one here. You're playing with fire. If you don't kno