I take the piece of paper from him, carefully unfolding it to read over the contents. My expression doesn't change as I look up at him, my gaze cool and unblinking. "Very well," I say softly, almost sweetly. "But know this...this isn't over between us."

With that final threat hanging in the air, I turn on my heel and walk away, disappearing into the crowd with a sway of her hips.

As I walk away from him, I can feel my anger and frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. But I know that for now, it's better to play things cool. So instead of confronting him directly again, I decide to focus on finding new ways to make his life miserable...without getting myself into any more trouble.

One thing's for sure: this isn't over between us yet. There are many games still left to be played...