“Good morning,” I said.
She turned her head towards me, and for a minute there I could see anger in her eyes. It’s fleeting, but I still caught it. We lock gazes, and eventually she looked away, muttering what I suppose is a response to my greeting. Although it just might be a curse. Considering our history, a curse will not be so out of place.
I watched as she reached into a medium sized bag, and withdrew something. What, it was I’m not sure, then she proceeds to the bathroom. Not long after, I hear the sound of running water.
She soon exits the bathroom, the unknown object still clutched in her hand. Recent happenings and present circumstances make me wary of unknowns, especially around her. This time is no exception, I kept feeling that she could on a whim turn around and stab me in
