I settled into the booth by the window, the vinyl sticking to the backs of my legs. I accepted a beer from the server who seemed to know instinctively what I needed, staring down into the tinted brown glass, unable to look up and enjoyed the bright sunny day on the other side of the window or the company of Vine sitting across from me. I couldn't do anything except seethe over my encounter with Missy. Also the story of my life. I gave that girl way too much attention and power, but I didn't know how to stop.
"I should have stayed in the city." Because beating myself up over leaving was exactly what I should be doing right now, especially in front of one of the people who hired me to leave my old life in the first place. Not inappropriate or anything. "Hung in there, sucked up to Larry's d
