British English (Clear and concise pronunciation) , multi tonal
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fancy meeting you here. Felicity turned on her heel and felt her ankle buckle. She almost went over, but he grabbed her elbow and hold her upright. That was the second time in the past few days that he had prevented her from crashing to the ground. And far from being grateful, she was furious. Shaking her arm free. She backed up and hissed. Are you stalking me? Louis feigned a look of shock. Me stalk you. He shook his head. No way, Felicity. But I might ask you that same question. What? She asked, Um, Lee, you think? No, No, I'm joking. Lighten up. Why don't you? She clenched her jaw so tightly that she feared she'd break her teeth. He was so infuriating. He had only been back in the orbit of her life for a few short weeks, and she was already experiencing a whole myriad of unfamiliar emotions. She couldn't remember the last time a person made her feel so angry. Not even her mother, at her worst, could get the same rise out of her. He was stalking her. She was in no doubt about that. First the cafe and now her local supermarket and that wasn't counting the time she'd seen him in the distance or caught sight of his car on the streets outside her home. Her mind screamed at him to leave her alone. Be satisfied with having her attend his mother's dinner, Give up on her and any hopes of marrying her. Would you believe me if I told you I simply popped in here to buy some razors? She shocked herself when she realised she had retained the ability to speak. No, you have flunkies to do your shopping. Ah, yes. You got me there. He had the good grace to appear sheepish. What if I said I came in here to use the toilet? I'd say that you were a liar. He put his arms up in surrender. Okay, I am stalking you, but I have a good reason. I doubt that. She felt her anger dissipate. He wasn't worth that depth of emotion. You're just a sick individual. Ouch! He put a hand across his chest. You certainly know how to wound a man. Well, you obviously have no concern about how you're wounding me. So you can't really complain, can you? He wanted to come back at her with something really pithy, but his mind went blank. He knew he shouldn't have shocked her by just appearing behind her in a supermarket of all places, and he wasn't surprised at how angry she was. Alice had given him the heads up about Felicity's early Thursday evening routine of shopping in that particular supermarket. He had hung out in the car park for nearly an hour before he'd spotted her. Many arrive. Now he wondered if his impromptu collision with her had been such a good idea. It was obvious that she hated surprises. I'm sorry, he said. I can completely understand why you don't want me around. I'm an ****. I can't help being an ****. I try not to be, but I continually fail. Please forgive me. Her mouth twitched. She wanted to smile, but she knew she had discussed herself. If she did, it's what he wanted. If she smiled, he would believe he'd won some wonderful prize. Do you forgive me? No. Not unless you promise to stay away from me until the dinner and then get right out of my life afterwards. Oh, Felicity, I really wish I could promise you that. But But what? What's so difficult about that? Louis? He stared at her, his eyes almost filling his face. He had no idea how to answer her. Well, she leaned against the shopping trolley and kept a tight hold of her irate expression. Are you going to explain all this madness to me? I mean, come on, Louie. I'm not exactly God's gift, am I? So why chase after me like some lovesick puppy? Why torment me with marriage proposal after marriage proposal? And why act like a lunatic stalker? He knew he had to give her something.