Hello, Doc

Sinclair

-Later, sweet?-

What did he mean by that?

Nope. She was not going to wait and find out. Home was where she should be. Far from the tempting professor.

She was almost out of the building when her path was blocked by Sandy and the spice girls.

-Really? Isn't this overrated?- This was so old school.

"What does he see in you, Chinese girl?" God! No originality.

Sinclair was tempted to speak in Mandarin to prove her point. But she didn't know the language. A pity.

-Old mother English it is then.-

"Chinese girl, really? That's the best you can come up with?" That gave her nemesis a pause. Oh, the bitch was trying to think with her fish brain for a good comeback.

"You are nothing. We don't even know your name. You are poor, deaf, and...and...