Friday Night
I actually took a nap that afternoon, not realizing how truly tired I was until I woke up hours later. Changing into an old pair of jeans with lots of holes in them and a green T-shirt, I made some chamomile tea while trying to sort through the jumble of my thoughts.
What could Justin want to talk about? Had word gotten out about my infatuation with him? Was our conversation that loud in the break room? Maybe he was just worried that I would get sick and he would have to pick up the slack. Okay, that’s not fair. I just didn’t get why we had to meet. I just wanted it all to go away.
I decided to walk to the Starbucks since it wasn’t really that far from my apartment. It was a nice evening, not too hot, the days beginning to turn to fall. It wasn’t too busy inside, since most
