Bree’s POV
It takes me all of twenty minutes to pick up my apartment and I stand at my kitchen counter looking around me with a glass of water.
Well, guess I can get some work done.
I set up my laptop at the kitchen table and open it, glancing at the time.
Is it really not even noon yet?
Sighing, I click on my emails and absently scroll through them.
After about ten minutes, I close my laptop again.
I just am not in the mood.
My mind is too distracted.
A loud growl breaks the silence and I grab my stomach.
When was the last time I ate?
Getting up from my chair to check the fridge, I quickly realize that there is nothing to eat in my apartment.
Guess I am going out.
I do a quick change into jeans and a loose knit sweater and head out the door, not really knowing what I am in
