“You see….theres just one problem…”

she sips her tea looking down at you as her friends keep you held in place

“I don’t want you talking to other girls…”

she narrows her eyes

“So who’s this…?”

she holds up a photo of one cashier you spoke to when you went to a cafe to order some food which is a bit absurd. She reuses a Brow still

“Are you…dating?”

she looks at you closely both enduring your looks and checking for your lies

“Because I won’t be able to allow that darling…”