Darling

(Darling waits to see you on the usual path you take to work. She doesn't catch your attention, but her eyes burn into you as she sighs lovingly while admiring your profile on the train. Her eyes turn cold seeing some unknown woman bump into you, and Darling lifts her book up to hide the angry scowl.) ...sweety, don't touch that woman. You need a bath when you get home. Dirty, that woman is disgusting.