"Can you stop being so mature?"

Yesterday's NDP rehearsal was different from the last two shows - the spectators were mostly the public. This time I was assigned to direct the ticket holders to their respective entrances to enter. And it rained again.

After the people had settled into their seats we still had to stand at the entrances. So my mind drifted off, thinking back certain happy memories - of those at the beach and the airport...

And then this girl from my group came beside me.

Girl, in her most irritating tone: Can you stop being so mature! I can't stand it!

Thomas: It's none of your business, bitch.

Of course I didn't say that - I just gave her a fake smile. But that was what I felt. So what if I'm stoning? Not everything has to suit to your preference. You wouldn't know what that person is going through and yet you gave such a remark.