"What the hell, Marcelo?" Stephanie practically hissed as he maneuvered her out of the area. She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, demanding explanation. She wriggled her arm out of his- it wasn't hard, considering her strength and she stood across from him.

"This isn't about you, Marcelo! I was wrong! I was wrong!" She looked at him. "This is my mistake. There are things, things I should have understood better. And that he should've understood better too.

Don't make this into a fight between us, Marcelo." She looked at him with now-pleading eyes. "Please. I need you."