Did I plan to see Romy tonight? Absolutely not. Am I happy about it? Totally. Even though I shouldn’t be.
I haven’t seen her since the night we shared. Actually, not in the flesh, because to be completely honest, the image of the pretty redhead very rarely leaves my mind lately. To my great despair. And that’s why I did everything to avoid her.
It only took me a second as I walked through the door of the Café de la Place to realise that she was there. When I see her, my heartbeat increases. I can lie to myself all I want, but I’ve been missing her for the past few days.
I also realise that I’m upset. Upset as she’s sitting with him.
Simon.
The asshole who made her suffer.
I go to the bar, determined to act like I don’t care. After all, if she wants to spend the evening with him, or e
