When I got back to the apartment I sulked to myself. This evening was a real bummer. I checked the mails I received. Ads, taxes and more ads… Strange, I had put a “no ads” sign on my letterbox. I even added a smiley to be friendly. As I was going through the mails, my phone beeped. Who could it be at this hour?
My heart started to beat faster. I hoped it was Austin. i imagined him arriving, drunk with jealousy, ready to take back what’s his. But that only happens in movies. I’m pretty sure he was having a really good time with his Latin stunner. I dug into my bag looking for my phone. One day I would get a more practical one, rather than this bottomless pit.
I blinked several times as I read the message. It was from Austin. Did you enjoy your evening with Levis?
Was I dreami
