It's been a week and I'm still a little sad about Elias and his straightforward rejection and Dominic's low key rejection. I'm sitting at breakfast, moving around my oatmeal. I don't even know why I got oatmeal. I don't like it. Dominic clears his throat from across the table and I look up at him.
"I was reading online that in order to get over a breakup, you need to allocate a specific time slot for sadness. I think this past week has been that. The next step is to put yourself out there, so I think we should go out tonight," he blurts. I look at him and offer up two slow blinks.
"To where? A party?" I ask.
"Yes," he answers. "And not for my sake but for yours."
"Dominic..." I trail as I drop the spoon into the thick bowl. He looks at me with a serious expression on his face.
"Nova,"
