"I can't count them on my fingers anymore," Leo started, his voice heavy. "All of these guys you keep around and call your 'close friends.' First, second, fifth, sixth... I am losing track. Tell me, where do I fit in? Am I just an extra in your story?"
"I'm trying to protect what we have!" Leo insisted, his voice rising.
"No," Selma countered. "You're trying to act like a brave hero standing up for us, but there isn't a drop of heroic blood in you. You're just projecting your own insecurities because you can't handle a strong woman. Your excuses are empty, Leo. They just don't hold water." amir_kazic_leo_ft_selma_bajrami_to_vodu_ne_pije...
He walked over and pulled her aside into the quieter hallway.
Selma stepped back, looking him up and down. She knew exactly what he was trying to do, and she wasn't having it. "I can't count them on my fingers anymore,"
Selma sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. She shifted her tone, trying to play off his worries with sweet words and excuses, claiming that her heart was his alone and that she was just playing the social game to survive.
The phrase "to vodu ne pije" translates literally to but it is a common Balkan idiom meaning "that doesn't hold water" or "that excuse won't fly." 💔 The Story of Leo and Selma Tell me, where do I fit in
Leo shook his head, looking straight at her. "You are starting to look like all the other players out there. There is no real room for me here. What exactly am I to you?"