The way Shantel was dressed was somehow strange.
The dress she was wearing barely covered her middle thigh.
She looked good in it but it was just too much. Her face was really full of makeup.
It was crazy and a sudden.

So who you trying to impress? I asked weirdly

Was that why you was looking around? Shantel asked me in response.


Well you tell me. I replied sharply

How do I look? She asked spinning around in circle.

Her butt looked even bigger in this dress.
I don't even know how she asked me that question. It was all a mess.

What do you want to talk to me about? I changed the subject with an immediate effect.

Shantel looked at me disappointedly. So is it a crime when I ask you about my outfit?

Well nice dress but too short and what's up with that whole makeup? I asked casually.

That Isnt a compliment Mike. Shantel fired back. What is wrong with my makeup?

I had a role to play when it comes to Shantel.
She been moving crazy ever since her late father and I need to protect her. Something was just wrong with her head.

Shantel there is nothing wrong with your makeup. That isn't how you always put on your makeup. It's way too much and where you going in all this? I asked like I owe her explanation.

Outing. She replied in a soft voice. She gave in big sigh and moved closer to me to hold my left hand.

I only got you and I actually do miss you. Shantel said while glazing in my eyes.

Ever since my father passed away, I...