Sadie:
He is going to say it.
“You're smart, beautiful and very kind, Sadie.” He is saying, all white teeth in display, who in the hell smiles while turning someone down? A psychopath. “But—”
I already saw it coming.
“Wait!” My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I pick up the glass of vodka and drown it in a single chug, my eyes are blurry around the edges and I don't care.
“Are you okay? You seem pale.” Mark—my third date this month asks, playing the perfect doctor. Yeah right. Let's just get this over with so I can go home and sink into my bed while watching re-runs of love island.
“Carry on,” I swallow, hoping it will do anything to hide the level of shame I am feeling.
“Right, but…I just don't see this going anywhere. You're really pretty, but it's not you, it's me. And I don't
