MIRA

Lunch break arrives and I'm staring at the newspaper in on hand holding a cigarette in the other.

“Mira, are you reading about your future husband again?”

Jason’s voice snaps me out of my head. He sneak up behind catching me in the act as he, chewed on a straw.

I blow out smoke in the opposite direction and I whimper

“Fuck you! He’s not my...” I stop myself, and frown at the paper again. “I mean this just looks bad. Not to judge though, but he doesn't seem like the type ...