I sat there and watched her, she wasn't talking.. She was just looking at me not saying anything.
"want anything to drink?" I asked when I remembered that I haven't been a good host to her.
"do you have scotch?"
My eyes shot wide open at her. I wasn't a fan of alcohol but I knew that definitely had to be a bottle of alcohol or something.
I bit the inside of my cheek and she laughed, "oh yeah you don't.. You don't drink.. You're just perfect after all."
I didn't know whether to be offended by her saying that or not. I couldn't tell if she was saying it laughing at me internally calling me awful or someone who acts like they were better...
God I hated my brain. It was over thinking and over analyzing s**t.
"please stop this... Honestly. Stop with the indirect insults." I said feeling
