( JASMIN POV's )
The talk about Derick coming in to our house last night has surely spread throughout the slums, ignited by the assumptions of Ma and Nadine. I went to work early to avoid their attention. I least expected it at work but it turned out to be the same. Heartshaped balloons and bouquets littered the place as if someone was holding a Valentine party at the entire premise of the fast food chain.
"What's with this decoration?" I asked a colleague, Diane, as she cheerfully mopped the floor.
"Go ask the manager," she chuckled back.
"An expression of love," asserted the manager as she leaned in at the counter" from your suitor! You didn't tell us Mr. Brundon was courting you."
Diane gently jabbed my side with an elbow to tease me, "If I were you I'd say 'yes'."
"I don't like him," I replied in disgust.
"So that's a no?"
"Yes."
"Yes?" she teased again.
"Yes, it's a no." How annoying this matchmaking has become.
