~Sienna~

“He’s here again. Poor guy,” my mom sighs, resting on my door frame instead of entering.

I roll my eyes and smirk.

I don’t even need to ask who this poor guy is.

“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” she asks. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t be here every day to pick you up and drop you off.”

I click my tongue as I apply my lipstick, quietly observing my mom through the mirror.

She’s been doing this for some time now and I’m tired. Damn, she can be really ...