Donna put on her coat by the door and was in the process of wrapping her scarf around her neck when her mother, Sylvia came around the corner.
"Donna? Why aren't you taking the car?"
"Don't feel like it."
"You? Little Miss I-like-to-drive-everywhere-I-go doesn't feel like taking the car today? What's got into you?"
"Just don't feel like it, that's all."
Sylvia wasn't buying it."What are you doing instead? You can't afford a cab everyday and you wouldn't be walking all that way in those heels." She pauses for a moment then adds, "What's his name?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's the name of the man you're meeting?"
"Who says I'm meeting a man?"
"That big grin on your face that you go out the door with every morning. And as I remember, you used to leave at the last minute. Now you leave earlier. And you're dressing nicer."
"Mum, I work in an office. I always have to look nice. It's. My. Job."
"Like I said, you're dressing 'Nicer'. You only do 'Nicer' when there's a man involved."
Donna sighed heavily, grabbed her bag and opened the front door. "I don't have time for this. I'll see you when I get home." She was out the door before her mother could respond. She heard the door open behind her and waited for it. She knew some little quip was coming.
"Just as I thought. A man. There's no use trying to hide it, Madame. I'm your mother. I can read you like a book."
Donna cursed under her breath and kept on walking.