Brandon
“Former Marine,” I interject while sitting next to Jenna.
I hadn’t realized the woman at Jenna’s table would be her mother. They look nothing alike, literally nothing alike. Her mother’s hair is blonde, obviously dyed, while Jenna’s hair is the lightest shade of brown, almost sandy blonde. Jenna’s eyes are green, her mother’s blue. They don’t even have the same-shaped mouth.
I’m guessing Jenna looks like her father. I know Jenna doesn’t have any siblings, and she’s not adopted, so she must look like somebody, right?
“You’re sleeping with him?”
“Of course not, Mother.”
“You seem very friendly with him.”
I don’t like her. It was instantaneous. I have no idea why, but something about her irks me. Jenna seems very awkward in her mother’s presence. Her mother gives off this feeli
