-Ember-
I go with the girls to a dinner theater across town. Guilt gnaws at me because everything costs a lot, and my friends are paying for everything. I can't seem to pay attention to anything around me. My eyes keep scanning the room, wondering if he could be here somewhere. There are too many scents mingling in the air for me to try to pick his out.
"Earth to Ember," Ainslee waves her hand in front of my face. "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"
"Sorry," I mumble, forcing myself to focus on her. "What were you saying?"
"I was asking if you wanted wine or a cocktail with dinner," she says, studying me with a knowing smirk. "But your mind is clearly elsewhere... or should I say with someone else?"
"I'm just tired," I lie, picking up the menu to hide my face.
"Bullshit,"
