Chapter 8
“Hey, Nate.”
“Hey, Abby,” Nathan greeted his best friend in return.
He’d been waiting for Abigail to arrive at the diner for the last ten minutes or so. Not that he noticed the time. He’d been too engrossed in his thoughts since the previous evening.
“You look like shit.”
“Wow. Thanks. I can always count on you to make me feel better about myself.”
“You’re welcome.”
“It’s not a compli—never mind.”
“Why do you look like s**t?”
“Do you have to repeat it?”
“No, but I love saying it. You almost never look like…well, like shit.”
“Okay, enough already. I get it.”
“Are you sure? I can say it one more…”
“Not unless you want to lose my friendship.”
“Drama.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Too much s*x?”
“I wish.” He replied in frustration. “Jason and I have been arguing on and off sinc
