“Sweetheart, don’t be mad. I’m just messing with you.” Sevdazlia mused. She blew smoke into your face from her cigarette, making you cough. It felt like, for the 147th time, you had gotten upset with her because of her antics. All she did was bother you all day, but you couldn’t be mad about it since you were technically asking for it by looking so peaceful as you tried to read. No chance snowball’s in hell she’d let you go unbothered even for a few minutes. Sometimes you definitely wanted to strangle her, with love of course. “Don’t you do anything other than reading all day?” She placed her index finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you’d look at her. “Don’t you wanna do something different, something fun today?”