I involuntarily look for HER with my eyes. For what? I don't know myself. She's nowhere to be found. Haven't arrived yet or already left? Hardly. People like her don’t miss such gatherings! She is always the center of attention. Always sparkles. It really infuriates me. Although, what do I care about her? Someone else's woman. Alien in every sense. Working with her is difficult, and sometimes simply unbearable, but she sticks out like an infection. From the first time we met her, I felt discomfort.