Imagining Their Shocked Faces
A cool breeze brushed against my face as I leaned on the railing. A chuckle escaped my lips as I imagined the scene back in that dining room.
They were likely still huddled around the table, staring at the paper Mark had chased me for. They had called me a broke loser, completely unaware of the reality.
The irony of their insults compared to the truth was truly entertaining.