The End of the Anglo-Cyprian Relationship

So it’s definitely over with the Anglo-Cyprian, even though it never really started to begin with!
‘Why don’t you come and spend time in my gorgeous 1.5 million villa by the sea?’ she cooed.
‘Why are you trying to impress me?’ I asked.
‘Oops, sorry. Old habits die hard.’
‘So who were you trying to impress before?’
She didn’t reply.

The conversation continues...
‘So what do you do now?’ I asked.
‘Now, I’m talking with you.’
‘I mean work wise’ I said bluntly as if I were giving and interview.
‘We had this discussion before’ she said.
‘We did? Was it asleep? I don’t remember. So what do you do?’
‘I used to own a night club in London…’
‘No now! What do you do now?’ I said getting angry.
‘Yes! Yes! I’m getting to that. Now, I am a property developer sometimes…’
‘Sometimes?’ I asked.
‘Generally I take some time out, go to the gym, get my hair done, get my nails done to look good for you.’ She showed me her nails. She didn’t get them done. She got them overdone. Like over-cooked and burnt stew.

'So we should get together and then if we get along again we should spend time in my house.'

'So basically you're going to audition me?'

'No, not at all...' she started.

'It's not going to work. I don' think our personalities will match. I'm leaving.'

'But...'

And with that, I got up and left her alone to return to her 1.5 million apartment.

But was it 1.5 million Euros, Yen or Turkish Lira? I'll go with the third option!