10
When I enter my house the next morning, a sleepy-eyed Nadia is sitting in the recliner, sipping a steaming cup of coffee. Her eyes perk up when she sees me.
“What happened last night?” she asks with curiosity.
I don’t know what to say to her exactly. I feel silly about the way I responded after dating Andres for only a week—if that was what we were even doing. “I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Yeah, I don’t buy that. What really happened?”
I let out a small chuckle. “What makes you think I’m not telling you the truth?”
“I don’t know. I can tell. I’m good like that. Spill it.”
I plop down on the couch and let out a long sigh. “I kind of freaked out when I saw Andres dancing with another girl, and I asked Nolan to get me out of there.”
“Andres was dancing with another girl?”
“Yeah, quite
