Mia
"Deborah, you are comfortable right?"
"Yes, dear. Of course, I am. I have such a good friend to my service." Her smile reached her eyes, clinking with joy.
"I never had guests before," I admitted.
"But you are giving me 5-star hotel treatment nonetheless." Her smile never faded.
She fixed her glasses and looked at me again, "Dear are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I was confused.
"Oh okay, I need to change my glasses. I thought your cheek was swollen." She looked skeptical.
In a hurried motion I smacked both of my cheeks, I winced.
Why didn't I notice it before? Must be a punch from that punk.
"I'm fine, Deborah it's nothing."
"It doesn't feel like nothing if you winced dear. Is someone hurting you?" She got up and came towards me.
"No!" Came my hurried reply.
She frowned.
