The aftershock didn't happen. Out of everyone, only I had broken my leg. I looked utterly disheveled.
Jessica with her meticulously applied makeup. She was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.
She walked over to Damien's side. She linked her arm with his arm.
She then said arrogantly to me, “Eugenia, if you had listened to Damien's advice back then, you wouldn't have ended up like this.”
She gloated over my predicament. Uncle Walter felt sorry for my injuries, but he was still worried about his own family. After leaving me his phone number, he left with the other colleagues.
Seeing that the crisis was resolved, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to leave, Jessica hesitated, looking at the swaying building.
Finally, she couldn't resist tugging at Damien's arm and suggested, “When I went downstairs, I saw that many people had forgotten to lock their doors. Why don't we go up and see if there's anything valuable?”
“It's just sitting there anyway, so why not take advantage of it?”
She pouted and said to him coquettishly, “Damien, don't you think so?”
“Yeah, of course…”
Damien's voice trailed off as he turned to look at me.
“You go first.”