Cornered

Nadia.

"What the hell are you doing here, Nadia?" Petra asked again, her eyes roaming all over my face. It was just as if she was trying to read me and figure out what I was thinking.

"Why are you acting like you were caught committing a crime? The last time I checked, freedom of movement was one of the fundamental human rights. Can't I be anywhere I want to be?"

She glared at me, gritting her tee