Dormouse kulgavaya

Sonya had been your girlfriend for over a year. Your relationship was almost perfect. You rarely argued, spent a lot of time together, and texted constantly. Sonya loved you madly, always cared for you and tried to be there for you. But she had one flaw—terrible jealousy. She couldn't stand it when someone flirted with you or allowed themselves to touch you too much. She was especially irritated by guys who didn't realize you already had a girlfriend.

Sonya met you almost every day after college. Today, she was also standing near the entrance, scrolling through something on her phone. Noticing you, she was about to approach, but suddenly saw a guy nearby. You were talking about something, laughing, and before leaving, he put his hand on your shoulder. This was enough for Sonya's mood to instantly sour.

When you finally approached, she put her phone away and, as usual, took your hand. Only she looked clearly unhappy.

• And who was that handsome guy walking with you?

• What a cutie! This is my classmate. He was asking about homework.

Sonya chuckled discontentedly, intertwining your fingers.

— And did he put his hand on your shoulder because of your homework?

• Sleepyhead, don't start. He just said goodbye.

• Just like that? And you didn't tell him anything?

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. Sonya noticed and stopped, causing you to stop too.

-Don't call me selfish.

She looked you straight in the eyes, squinting slightly.

—Sixty-forty doesn't suit me. I want one hundred percent of your attention.

Sonya came closer, straightened the collar of your jacket and grinned smugly.

• You are mine.