The girl and the man

“I never want to see you again!” and she started taking off her six inches heels and threw it to a male in checked shirt who was standing at the entrance of Pavilion shopping complex.

He moved slightly aside, dodging the thrown heels and caught the heel with his muscular arms.

Then he said with the kindest voice as he walked straight to the girl, “Oh honey, what I’ve done? What’s wrong with you? You don’t like the heels I gave you, do you? Babe, they are Italian, genuine leather.”  

He gave the heels back to the girl but she didn’t take it.

“I don’t care if this is Italy or Gombak! I will not care anymore! Who the hell is she? Why is she wearing the same heels as mine?”

“Oh, that girl. Why would you envy her, she just wore the same heels as yours, that does not make her better than you my dear.”

“I don’t care, she can walk with you! But she should not wear the same heels! You said mine, or this piece of trash was priced thousands euro, hand made, specially made for me, only one had been made! You are a terrible liar!” she spoke with her hand taking off another heels.

The man then stunned in silence, and then whispered to the girls stopping her from going to beat him “Those are China, these are Italy.”

“Whatever.” She pushed him and walked away, with the heels on the man’s chest.