FIONA

"Hey baby," the guy called out, smirking as he slowed down.

Fiona rolled her eyes.

"Fuck off," I snapped without thinking.

"We could share, man," he shot back, his smirk widening.

"FUCK. OFF." I repeated, my blood boiling. He finally drove away, and we crossed the street.

After a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Fiona, would it kill you to cover up just a little?" I spat out, my frustration clear.

A wide grin spread across her face. "So this is what you're upset about?" she said, glancing down at her outfit. I didn't answer.

"Aww, don't tell me you're jealous," she laughed.

"Fiona, you're basically naked," I said, stopping in my tracks.

"Don't exaggerate," she muttered.

"Half of your boobs are exposed," I tried to whisper, but my frustration was getting the better of me.

"Yeah, half, not all. So what's the problem?" she said, rolling her eyes.