“Okay, bossy.” She enters her car, waves, then drives away.
I wave back, smiling like an i***t alone.
Before I can get back inside my house, I hear a familiar voice calling my name.
“What are you doing here, Gabrielle?” I ask sternly.
“That was quite a show back here. I don’t know you have bad tastes in women. What have you seen in her? She looks plain—”
I cut it off, “Don’t you dare say something like that to Samantha! I think you may be right that I had a bad taste in a woman six years ago. Now I don’t want a repeat because I apparently learned my lessons pretty hard. And she’s far from plain because she’s the most beautiful, genuine, and intelligent woman I’ve ever met.” I don’t know why I even bother talking to her because she doesn’t worth my time. Maybe because she just insulted
