She is taken aback. She straightens her posture and crosses her arms, her tattooed eyebrows flick and rise, but she knew I am not completely wrong, so she unexpectedly agrees with me, or so I thought, “You’re right! But you see-”, she’s not willing to back out, “He's been busy for your future. Maybe you should at least give him a little slack, no?”, she says as if her recommendation sounds more like a demand.

Her words echo repeatedly, and my heart retaliates. For the first time, I think I need to put her in her place. I just can’t let it pass. She doesn't even know what I've been...