ARTHUR
“I have a suggestion.” Rebecca said, while moving around my room in search of a scent to steal.
I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting my tie.
“This would bring the number up to how many suggestions now?” I asked absentmindedly, ignoring the pain shooting up my arm as I struggled with fixing the tie.
Rebecca probably noticed my dilemma. She came up in front of me to help, gently slapping my hand away.
“Hear me out first, you asshole.”
“Been listening.” I sighed, picking up the hair brush from the table instead.
Damn, I looked… exactly how I felt. f*****g tired.
My stubble was overgrown, and I was badly in need of a haircut. My eyes were sunken, and for the first time in my life, pimples had started to show on my face. I looked f*****g hideous.
Rebecca, in one of her man
