Miss Everything
"Don't be so hysterical," I replied casually, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I take it as usual."
From inside the mirror, I saw his reflection recorded in my vision. His lips parted to say something, but was blocked by the shock that made him stutter.
"I… haven't heard from Jeff about him at all," she whispered, between regret and guilt. She brushed off a few strands of hair stuck to her temples. "Then what did he do? Did he greet you?"
Greet? Ha ha. I shrugged my shoulders, laughing at Cleo's question which I thought was a stupid question. I turned my body to face her with my hands and hips resting on the edge of the table. My lips pursed into a slanted face in response to her skepticism.