32... I'm not Dave...

CLAIRE.

Mia sized me up by raising and bringing low her fake but natural_looking long and dark eyelashes. I don't know if she did that to abash me, but I know I don't feel intimidated. I stood confidently and gallantly like I was trying to pose as a model.

She noticed my standing posture and tightly pressed her lips together in displeasure. She definitely doesn't like me at all.

I don't blame her, any normal girl would get jealous at the scene of her hot date laughing freely with a 'female friend', but you can't blame me also, I really enjoy Dave's company, and its been that way since the moment I met him. He's got this natural vibes that sits well with me and just so hard to ignore.

Mia and I didn't exchange a single word even as Dave and I kept talking about few things. My studying eyes kept sliding to her hard ones. I hope I don't get murdered soon by a jealous date.

She hooked her arm into Dave's arm possessively, eyeing my every move like an evil spirit, gosh, it's beginnin