However, I would never expect that later that night Bart drove to my studio and waited downstairs.
"Bart, didn't I tell you that this was the right time to catch Nora? Aren't I clever?" Karen chirped as she clung to Bart's arm intimately. She was wearing a bright red short-sleeve shirt and had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, looking full of youthful energy.
"Nora, let me see your wound!" Without waiting for my agreement, she already grabbed my hand. Her sharp manicure nail pressed hard on my skin graft, sending a surge of pain through me. Instinctively, I pushed her away.
Unexpectedly, she landed on the ground with a thud. When she looked up, her pretty face was already covered in tears. She gazed at Bart, her eyes brimming with tears. "I was just worried about her injury, but Nora seems to hate me so much. She pushed me and now I’m in so much pain!"
Bart rushed over and in just three long steps, he arrived beside her and helped her up.