Mateo wakes up and still has her words playing around in her mind.
“It was just a slip of the tongue.” He shook his head while getting dressed, but he couldn’t stop the words from playing over and over.
“Good night, Max …” Really? Was she thinking about him when she said his name? He rolls his eyes. Here he is overanalyzing something small. She said that was probably a slip of the tongue when there are so many other things to be thinking about! Like, what are the chances that she might take Max back?
Grabbing his keys, he leaves his apartment. What are his choices, really? Fight for her or accept that she is never going to be his? If he thinks about it, he always just accepts it when she dumps him. He never really fought to keep her.
All through the entire day, his mind keeps wondering
