She was late today. It was fifteen minutes past three. It was past her usual ‘ciggy break’ time. Sid had known all her timings. This would be her fifth cigarette of the day. And if she had the time, she would smoke a joint.
Sid had helped her light a match when he noticed she wasn’t comfortable using matchsticks. That had been the first time they had met. A friendship blossomed instantly. Three years had gone by. They had gone from being random pals to good pals. He went to her birthday parties, and she let him treat her on his birthdays. But like she said, “I am just Bee to you!”
Ouch… that had hurt. Sid had wanted more. More so that he could care for her. If she permitted, hold her and love her. How could he not? Bee was cute, smart and yeah, intelligent. She had a weird dressing sense. Some women called her an attention seeker. But he knew that he knew her better. It was a one-sided love affair.
Bee, perhaps knew what he felt. She knew he was attentive than most of the men she knew. H…