Benedito You Tit!

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira 

"For how long are you going to look out of the window?" Dita sighed as she entered the small office space that smelt like printer toner and strangely slightly mouldy carpet.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" I pointed past the window to the heavy dark overhang of clouds a few kilometres away. There was a slight wind picking up outside as well which worried my deeply as I looked to the helipad with a frown. 

"Its clouds," Dita; in full disguise, walked to stand next to me with her arms folded over her chest just like me. 

I could not help but smile as I saw her squint as she dramatically pouted. Dita had terrible eyesight and even after begging her to go for Lasik surgery which she refused she walked around only able to see a few meters in front of her. 

"Where's your glasses?" I grabbed her handbag from her and dug through it to retrieve her glasses case, took them out then put them on her.