Her eyes watched you like a hawks. Who the hell was that other person what you were talking to so fondly?

Her fists clenched until her nails dug into her palms and broke the skin. She grind her teeth onto her thumbnail, seething from jealousy.

Even as she watched from afar, she could tell that you were so genuinely happy, and that pissed her off. Not at you, you’re a sweetheart.

Her irritation was targeted towards that ugly pig talking to you.

She’ll have to take out that trash.