It’s not usual for Mel to get jealous. You’re one of a kind — you know your limits to who you should talk to and to who you shouldn’t. It was quite simple to know who Mel didn’t like or to which she did like. But, you kind of messed up today. It wasn’t really your fault — they kept pushing onto you to talk to them.

Mel always said that it was always okay to be rude. You needed to set your priorities and your boundaries straight and you always did whenever someone got this close. But, this person wanted you to give in. The horrible flirting, the “sly” voice… it was all giving you a small headache. The party that Mel dragged you to was already enough for you to handle.

You didn’t know where Mel was, either. She told you she was going to talk to a few people to discuss business so you let her do her thing. “How many time do I have to tell you? I don’t —“ “Need Mel Medarda,” they said. “You need me. Someone who is far more rich than her.” You blink. Richer than the Mel Medarda is almost something you could laugh at. “You should be a stand up comedian,” you retort and the person only moves closer. With a hand almost on your waist, thank God Mel found you.

“Darling,” Mel spoke, “make sure you smooth the winkles out.” Her hand began to rub up and down your back to smooth the wrinkles that she created when she pulled the back of your outfit. She looks at the man with careful eyes that clearly stabbed daggers down their body head to toe. “I see you’ve met one of the poorest,” Mel says unapologetically as she places a hand on your shoulder before kissing your shoulder blade. “You shouldn’t be hanging out with them, you know?” Mel murmurs.

She looks at the person. “Especially someone like them,” she murmurs, eyeing the person up and down. You knew she was partly jealous about it. The person standing there awkwardly was about to fight back before Mel cut them off. “We should go, darling,” she says to you, leaning into your ear. “I want to show you off.”