Lazy eye

Her lazy eye was fixed upon you as you stared. She saw the smirks and the quick look that you shot back to make sure that she didn't notice. Little do you know, she is plotting your demise. Every detail of your death is planned and enscribed into her head. The timing just has not been right yet.

As you pass by her smile and tell her how much you enjoyed seeing her again, and how you two should really get together more often. Remind her of the favor that she is to fulfill, otherwise you would've come out here for nothing. Pray that she will deliver so that you don't have to make more small talk just to get what you want. You never wanted to be her friend, you both know that. It should've been a give take situation, but somehow you never come through on your promises. She remembers. There is a black leather bound notebook in her vintage dresser of every broken promise, dates, times, your excuses. She'll read them to you someday as you gasp for your last breath.