FORTY – THREE
I changed into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt (that was inside my handbag) as I got inside the women’s comfort room. Jason took off his coat when I went back to our table, the steaming coffee sending a wave of aroma to my senses. I was glad to be in a situation like this, where problems didn’t matter. It was just me and Jason. I let my hair down. It wasn’t that curly anymore. Instead, it only fell in waves, just above my shoulder. “You didn’t tell me you left Texas,” Jason said as he took a sip of his black coffee. I, on the other hand, drank a java chip frappe. “We didn’t have any means of communication.” f*******: might be very helpful but I never opened it unless I needed to send a message to Cate. I wasn’t a fan to put credit on my phone (because I started becoming thriftier than
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