"How's your girlfriend?" Kate purrs next to me, the nosy b***h peering her head over and checking my phone as I sit it down on the table. I start to add some food onto my plate as I prepare an answer for her.
"She's good" I shrug as I take a sip of my whiskey. Why the f**k would I tell my ex, who is clearly still into me, that I'm now single? I'm not an i***t. I also just don't want it to be true. And I do know that Amelia is fine, thank f**k for Poppy giving me updates that she's actually alive and for the most part okay. She doesn't want to give me a lot of details out of respect for her friend, but I do know that she has somewhere to stay and that she's looking after herself. That's it, that's all I'm allowed to know apparently. And for now, at least, that's okay.
"Is she still in
