Twenty four: What's going on

"Fuck my life," I sighed dramatically as I hit my head continuously on the table where I was seated at.

I had come in a little earlier with Saint as usual and he had gone down to the basement. The bar was yet to be opened for the day so I was seated with Betty.

Her mouth fell open each time as I told her about me and Saint and what has been going on between us. After I told her about the last incident, she had gulped down all her remaining drink once and stared at me, still trying hard to believe me.

She put her hand on the table, stopping me from hitting my head on it one last time and I looked up at her sulking.

"Before you hit your head continuously and eventually get blood out of it, you really aren't kidding right?" She asked for the umpteenth time, her big brown eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

I shook my head at her. "Nop. I'm being serious," I told her.

She grinned at me widely and placed her chin on her palms, staring dreamingly into the ceiling. "I want to ima