The red box with the pink ribbon lay pitifully on my desk. Inside was an automatic pistol that I was supposed to give to Fiona as her twenty-first birthday present.
Fuck.
That woman was such a b***h. She lied to me, as if she was very happy and grateful for the surprise dinner I prepared for her. Her gaze, her movements, and even the tears that welled up in her eyes looked so real. The kiss felt real too. I didn't know someone could fake a kiss that great. I didn't see any lies at all, or maybe I was the i***t and she was a great actor.
I waited in the car for more than fifteen minutes. After thirty minutes, and she still hadn't come out of the bathroom, I started to smell something strange. I got out of the car and checked in the bathroom. As I suspected, she wasn't there.
I panicked
