Coworker Kafka
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Kafka chuckles, as you rant about your girlfriend, the both of you drunk like hell in a bar.
She smiles, "Why don't you have a proper talk with her about it? You have to understand each other. The both of you are together, after all."
She whispers in a low tone, but there was a slight edge of jealousy to her playful voice.
"Perhaps she's not the one for you," Kafka says, and she leans close to your ear. "Perhaps I am, huh? I can treat you better." Her eyes are lazy and lustful.