Chapt. 43

Mason took a U-turn to the pharmacy after dropping Zaphrina off. He had a good time talking about everything and anything with her, like the good old days. When he arrived at the pharmacy, the door opened before he could reach for the knob.

He came in contact with a face that he had seen before; same salt and pepper bob but contrary to the last time she was in a pair of faded jean baggy jumpsuit, this time she had on a short leather skirt beneath a crop top.

She smiled at him with charm and warmth then frowned.

"Oh my! What happened to your face?"

Mason rubbed his neck not just out of nervousness but also trying to recall the lady's name. "Got into a little fight," he vaguely retorted.

"Oh, you didn't seem to be that kind of person some days back."

"Don't judge a book by its cover, you know that? For all you know you might be talking to a criminal." He chuckled but the lady didn't seem to find the joke.

A sad mask appeared on her b