Michaela looked at the same people she looked at when she had arrived at work in the morning, the guy was whispering something to the lady's ears while touching the lady's arms.
The lady giggled, her eyes shining. Michaela stared away, knowing if she continued staring at them, she would not only gag them but also herself.
"I hate PDA," Michaela thought.
She hated the public display of affection. Well, at that time watching her workmate, she hated it.
It wasn't her.
It was normal for her to hate it that is how people were, they hated some things when they didn't have but as soon as they get, they would forgot that they had disapproved the same thing in the past over and over.
Her love life was non-existence, if asked she couldn't say she wasn't lucky in that area. She would tell you; she was hundred percent sure she was cursed and someone had written down next to her name, "NO LOVE FOR HER!!!"
