Jemima
"You're smoking?" I slowly asked, frightened to go closer to her.
"Yes, and so?" Odessa replied as she c****d her eyebrows. From the way she looked, it was certain she did not care and this wasn't her first time smoking out here.
'Oh wow. Where does she get her guts from?' I asked myself.
"You're not scared? What if I was one of the nurses or worse, the security officers? You know you can probably be punished for smoking." I stated.
"At this point, you're not. And, no, I'm not scared." Odessa shrugged. She lit a new stick after throwing the finished one and crushing it with her left foot. "You seem to be a stalker. First, at the dining table, now here. Why are you not sleeping?" She let out a puff of smoke from her nostrils.
"Watch your words!" I warned. "Me being out here is
