"Ashley it's been three days, and he hasn't come crawling back asking for forgiveness. At this point it's safe to say he's not planning on a grand gesture." Or any gesture at all. My best friend met me at the door to our apartment eager to find out what it happened at work.
My report is lackluster at best. Just like the last two days when she'd done the same.
It broke my heart to tell her once again nothing happened. I open the fridge door and find a half-eaten sub from four days ago. Eww. It isn't even worth unwrapping. The smell would kick me in the teeth if I tried. I grab the rotten food and spin, tossing it in the trashcan where it lands beside an empty bottle wine.
Ashley tips her head into the kitchen. "Are you sure you're reading his body language the right way?"
I grab the emp
