"Hello", I managed to say in a dastardish way. She didn't say nothing but yet she needn't not, her black eyes bore the belligerent expression of when she targeted her next victim. We sat in awkward fervid silence until she said in her shrilly menancing voice "Bennet isn't it?". 

"I give you my luck", he said merrily. I glanced around the room seeing concern faces, I didn't like to be pitied. I felt my cheeks go scarlet, I was beyond angry. I quickly got up and shoved everything in my bag. After that I looked in his face and spat meanly " I don't need your luck". Before stroming out.