She pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and propped her foot up on a chair, her tone just as aggressive as mine when I was collecting debts.
I got it now. She and I were in the same line of work.
Tough luck for her. I'm even tougher. I dealt with grown men in their thirties and forties; she just pushed around teenage girls.
I took the cigarette from her mouth and took a drag. "A mother would never forget her daughter, right? So, you need some pocket money?"
The girl was taken aback by my attitude and seemed ready to explode, but then the other three girls pulled her away, whispering among themselves.
One of them said, "Lea, could she have swapped souls with someone else? Her attitude is completely different."
Another added, "Maybe. In novels, the heroine dies, and someone else takes over her body, then takes revenge on those who bullied her."
The third roommate said, "Seriously, I've been reading this novel lately, and it's just like that. Lea, maybe we should get the money from someone else. If it's true, we could end up expelled or worse."
Lea sighed, "Enough with your novels already. Just leave me alone for half an hour, okay? You two bookworms are driving me nuts!"