Nathan had slept the previous day away, hoping that by the time he woke up, he and Rosie would somehow be different people; like yesterday’s mess had never happened.
It was their first real argument. A heated one. He had been semi-yelling, and she had actually shouted at him. He’d been furious last night, and though the frustration still lingered, he was ready to move on.
“New day, new energy.”
He opened his door and then froze.
Right in front of his door, there was a handwritten note and a flash drive on it. It looked like something a fairy might leave for a child.
He bent, suspiciously, and picked it up. He knew that it was Rosie that kept it there. He glanced briefly at the flash before reading the note.
Nathan, this is Rosie, the first sentence read.
He rolled his eyes. “Like I
