MYSTY
Uno was seated in a chair on the plane. He placed earphones on his ears so he could have some privacy. I appreciated that because I didn’t want strangers to hear all the cheesy things we would talk about all day.
“Hi baby, how are you?” he asked.
His face zoomed on the screen; all his features were life-like. Uno seemed in a good mood, so I decided not to tell him I saw him in a post. A stolen photo of him and a girl being so cozy. If I didn’t know them, I would assume that they were together but being discreet.
If I didn’t tell Uno my feelings towards the photo, that it bugged me even just a tinge, it would consume me all day. But he was about to live his best life, and I didn’t want to be the jealous girlfriend. I trust Uno, but the photo was surprising because he wasn’t the
