that once he was established at work, he’d take me there to celebrate.
Even after I had enough money, I waited for him instead of going on my own.
This hope had been worn down over time,
and seeing that takeout finally extinguished it.
I lowered my eyes, a mocking smile tugging at my lips.
After comforting his friend, Ryan instinctively looked for the person who called the police.
When he saw me, he assumed I was there for the interview.
"Well, well, Claire the journalist, still working, huh? Haven’t they fired you yet?"
He tried to act cool, whistling at me,
but I shut him down with a glare.
When he finally realized I was the one who sent his friend to jail,
his face softened in an attempt to appease me.
"Claire, he was just looking out for me…"
I couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt.
Looking out for you?
Since when does that justify harassment and groping?
Some people only realize the sting of a slap when it lands on their face!
I had acted in self-defense, and his friend had committed sexual harassment. He’d likely stay in jail for a few days.
I leaned in close, my voice dripping with sarcasm,
"If groping me is his way of looking out for you, then you’re pretty cheap, aren’t you?"