"Hollywood?" Bruce raised his voice. "What are you going to Hollywood for?"
"None of your business." Selene turned around to pack her things. Bruce sighed, stepped over the pile of clutter by the door, walked in, and wrapped his arms around Selene from behind.
Usually, Selene would turn her head, look at him with wide eyes, then turn around, hug his waist, and press her face to his chest.
But this time, Selene pulled his hands away, took a few steps forward, then turned and said, "Bruce, let's break up."
Bruce's hands had not even fallen back to his sides before he froze. "Why? What happened?"
Selene flicked her hand and said, "There's no reason. I've had enough fun, and now I find you annoying. You've been dumped, got it?!"
With that, she brushed past Bruce and continued packing his suitcase. Bruce turned around and said, "Selene, what is this about? Why did you suddenly..."
He paused, then said, "Fine, I've been a little busy lately. I haven't spent time with you, and I neglected your feelings. But now I have time again. I came to see you first thing..."
Bruce glanced at his watch and said, "I booked that restaurant you love. If we leave now, we can still catch the sunset."
Selene froze in place, then slowly crouched down. Squatting there, she said, "My favorite restaurant... yes, that French place downtown, right in the busiest shopping district. The best storefront location, the most professional service, the most expensive ingredients, the finest chefs..."
She stood up and rubbed her arm. "Without you, I'd never get to eat something like that in my life. I should be grateful, shouldn't I?"
"Selene, what is wrong with you?" Bruce stepped forward and looked down at Selene's face. She was still beautiful, only