"I'm not in the mood for this. Lacy, just let me go," I plead with her knowing I'll indeed have to pass her by while returning to my mood, and the stupid grin on her face tells me there is more than she shows.

"I'm not holding you, am I? I'm here to sympathize with you."

"Why? I don't need any form of sympathy. I didn't lose anyone."

"You didn't? Are you sure about that?" She asks me with a coy voice while batting her eyelashes like that of the devil.

"I didn't, so please let me go, and we can have this chit-chat later. '' I say, trying to...