"Hi, Boo."
Brett immediately hugs me and I notice his alcohol-laced breath. I glance out and see his bodyguard.
"I'm sorry Miss Greyson, he insisted on coming to see you."
He approaches to help me get Brett to the couch since he can't stand on his own.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
I nod and he leaves.
"Why are you so drunk, Brett?"
It's endearing to see him with puffy eyes; I guess he cried.
"We lost."
"I know, I watched the game."
He turns to look at me, surprised.
"You really watched it?"
"Yes, with my whole family."
"I missed you Boo, I wanted to come earlier, but I didn't know if it was okay or not, until today when Kilson told me you won't be going back to your fiancé."
"No, I don't think I'll go back to him."
"You're doing the right thing, Boo. That man d
