Jena
I have a glass of sweet wine in my hands, a face mask on my face and Melody is busy painting my toe nails. This is the life! It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest after this week. Mel has been cheerful and constantly talking, but I don't mind it one bit. I have missed our little tea dates, but this is far better and more suitable for our grown up asses. "I met this guy at the university." Mel suddenly says and I sit up straight, looking at her. "I haven't made a move on him, haven't even really spoken to him, but damn, I can't stop thinking about him." She says and I can see that she has been wanting to talk to someone about this for a while.
"Why don't you talk to him then?" I ask her and she gives me a look as if to say, isn't it obvious? I still look at her confused
