Becca.
Four days passed without another word from James.
Our conversation weighed on my mind a lot, but I found myself busy doing other things to keep myself preoccupied, whether it was enjoying drinks and dinner with Allegra and Neal or simply even just taking time for myself.
I had wondered if Miami was going to leave a nasty taste in my mouth, but in reality, it wasn’t. I simply had been too caught up in bullshit to have fun.
Walking down to the cafe near the apartment building, I looked forward to the breakfast tea latte they offered and a blueberry muffin. I was an addict for caffeine, and considering I had been so preoccupied lately, my recurring headaches ended up resulting from no caffeine.
Something I would make up for by the cup full–or twenty.
As the door chimed, I walke
