It’s None Of Your Business

But how to get her to accept it for what it is? She could be so stubborn and infuriating.

"Hey man, what are you doing here in this corner alone?" Donnie asks, sneaking up on me. "Telling your girlfriend how much you miss her?"

He's so immature I don't even bother to answer him. "Did you pick up the surprise for mom?"

"Yup. Did you think I'd forget?"

"Given you have a brain the size of a pea, yeah but I was hoping you'd come through this time."

Donnie's ready goofy grin turns into a scowl. "Hey now. I do eventually get the important stuff right. So why isn't your girlfriend here? Or don't tell me that was just a one time thing?"

"For your information, it's none of your business," I respond and start to walk off.

"Then you wouldn't mind me looking her up and hitting it? What I saw—"

Before he finishes what he's saying, I hold him by the throat not caring if anyone sees us although I doubt it because we're in the corner.