#ImAWAG, #LoveCrisis
It was the start of the Australian Open and the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Today, I would be part of a comms team overseeing sixty-four women’s and men’s matches. At a normal event, twenty matches would be a huge day. This was going to be manic. Despite my trepidation at the daunting task ahead, I felt happy. Nikolai was asleep beside me. He had not moved since rolling off me six hours ago. His first match was this evening on centre court.
I checked my social pages and noticed Nikolai’s relationship status had been changed – on both his public and private pages. Instead of single it now read: ‘In a relationship.’ It didn’t say with whom. I went to my f*******: and did the same thing. It was the first time my relationship status had not been single.
Car
