"I'm not waiting, Liz!" I shook my head as if she could see me. "No way."
"Justin, you're mad, hurt, and frustrated. You don't want to do it like this."
"I—"
"Let me finish. It's only nine o'clock and it's Saturday night. Neither of us have to work tomorrow, so how about I come over and hang out for a while?"
"Liz, no offense, but you're not the girl I'm looking to spend tonight with."
"I ... I know that. You've made it clear I'm not that girl." She sounded put off, but kept going. "Like I said, tonight you're angry, and you should at least calm down. So how about this? I'll come over and on the way I'll stop and grab some popcorn and a couple of cheesy horror movies. We'll just hang out and have some laughs."
“Liz—"
"I promise no 'I told you so,' no 'you should have known better,'
