Dove
"For example I couldn't stand his boots," I straightened my spine to fake confidence as I pushed the blankets off me feeling anger sizzle in me again, "They were gigantic and I once almost tripped over one in the hotel. Almost broke my ankle."
"What kind of man is that tall anyway?" Rodney rolled his eyes, "He has to bend down slightly when he passes a door frame."
"And- and he eats five meals a day!"
"Five meals a day!" all three of them screamed in shock.
"He does and sometimes he has two portions. He even ate my sandwich one time," I stressed.
"That's not a good fit at all," Zahi tsked as he shook his head, "I think you're better off without him. Honestly Dove, you should feel relieved."
