Cold shoulder

DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!

Bee took me for a quick walk tonight. And just as we turn the corner, guess who we see?

The Next Door Neighbor.

And what did Bee do? She didn't look away, she instead demanded that he looked at her. She stood there and made him look at her.

And he did, sheepishly, and mumbled, "Wassup,"

She looked THROUGH him. She looked directly in his eyes, gave a quick chuckle, and kept walking. It was the coldest stare I have ever seen Bee give, yet it was exactly what he deserved. If there was any consideration of him weaseling back into Bee's life, it was just shot down by that icy stare on the street corner.

On our way back to the apartment, I even took a shit on his doorstep, just for good measure.

Recognize, beatch!!