ovaries before brovaries: kjn&whr!
He sure is one tough nut to crack.
Jennie had been observing one particular mom-associated male for a while now, and yes, she, of all people, should not be judging othersâ based on their outward appearance, but Jennie has never understood the concept of moral constraints.
So forgive the next train of thought, but the man is covered in tattoos from head to toe, with piercings in every part of his body where piercings were allowed, and he seems to be partial to leather and metal spikes. Basically, his appearance would leave any good Christian mother shaking in her knees. To top it all off, he has a criminal record of petty crime. (In hindsight, she probably shouldâve led her train of thought with that piece of information first.)
He would be the perfect candidate for her games.
But imagine this: she had hacked into every electronic network she was sure he was involved with to find some incriminating information on his person, but the man is as clean as can be. Sure, the criminal record is scandalous, but something tells her that heâs unbothered by that. (Again, zero moral constraints.)
Jennie just knew there was something up about him, and perhaps heâs just so medieval that he doesnât rely on technology to safeguard his deepest, darkest secrets.
Shame. She supposes she just has to assess how well he can hide his secrets, to the point of penetrating even his dreams.
You might think itâs impossible for her to be able to extract his dreams from his mind, and youâd be absolutely right. But Jennie knows someone whoâs gifted in peeking at other peopleâs dreams, a juicy bit of information sheâs found from that one doctor sheâs hacked who diagnoses a series of his patients as insane because they keep telling him they feel her in their dreams. It doesnât take long for Jennie to find out who she is. (Nothing and no one ever escapes Jennie, or at least thatâs what sheâd tell you.)
So here she is, visiting a quaint coffee shop that sheâs certain Hariâs fond of, and just as she had suspected, the girl is sitting in the corner with a warm coffee in hand. Jennie beelines to the table and pulls out the chair across from her, then plops down and slides the mugshot of her tough cookie over to the girl.
âMy boyfriendâs cheating on me, but I have no proof. Please invade his dreams and find out everything you can about him!â she says with a tight smile as she removes her sunglasses and puts it to rest on the table.
âOh! Iâm Jennie, by the way. Itâs really nice to meet you! Iâve heard a lot,â she says before a sheepish smile replaces the tight one upon noticing her errorâshe was too excited; she mixed her dialogue up. (God, how is it that sheâs practiced this so many times in front of the mirror, and she still manages to get it wrong?)
She really hopes the girl doesnât notice her error. Compliments. They always work, right?
âOh, I really like your hair! Itâs so pretty. Whereâd you get it done?â she asks as she snatches a lock of Hariâs hair and holds it loosely between her hands, âbut yes, about that boyfriendâŚâ