It's after 11am and I have a migraine.
I called Charlie to apologize for my absence and we will meet for lunch at her hotel.
Oz left me a note in the kitchen, near the breakfast and the box of magic hangover pills that he had prepared for me. He had written to me that he loved me, but I wasn't too sure anymore. Where the hell was Oz last night? I wanted so much to ask him, but I was too cowardly to do it. So I ate, took one of the pills, took a shower and went out.
Charlie was a ray of sunshine like every day since I've known her. Apparently, the evening had gone well for her. I, on the other hand, had spent it drinking with Rachel and listening to her sigh, trying not to sigh too. I really wanted to believe I was wrong, but when Oz texted me that he would be late again, I picked up the
