“How was your day?” Marl asked over his slurpee. She held out her hand and he passed the sweating cheap cup over. She took a sip and chuckled. “Yum. Looks like piss tho,” she commented.
His broad lips twitched, a smile threatening to emerge.
“How was your day?” he asked again, though he probably already knew the answer.
“Sucky.” Cyn grimaced. She began to chew on the straw.
Something about Marl’s expression irritated her; made her nervous.
“Am I really that bad?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he murmed,green eyes focused, scorching hers.
“You just need to chill,” he explained, “Remember to breathe and live, ya know?”
Cyn nodded.