Unmasked Beauty

It was one of the coldest nights in the city, and I was waiting for my shift to end. I had my headphones on and connected to my phone as I collected the papers and compiled them in the file. My mother had called an hour earlier and had talked to me for a few minutes; she seemed eager to know my whereabouts as she continuously kept asking about my day and return home. Unfortunately, I did not feel like sharing anything with her because that day was as unpleasant as the rest of my days, and i...