To mind or not to mind my business
So now the question is, should we always mind our business? Or does this count as the exception?
She had been sitting in front of the laptop for hours. Two cups of tea, her third had long since turned cold. Why wasn’t she typing?
Did I mind, she asked. I smiled. Of course, I didn’t mind. At that point, I was at her mercy.
The girl in the window
Sometimes, we fall in love with the idea of the person, not the actual person.