Jo
JoAfter an exhausting night of small talk and awkward flirting with Frederick’s friends, I was glad to be home. I threw my bag on my couch and aimed my jacket at the coat hanger, not bothering to pick it up when it missed.
“f*****g hell,” I muttered to myself as I raided the fridge for snacks that would soak up the alchol I drank to bear the night. Ellie and her obsession with hot guys. One day, I wouldn"t be able to deal with it any more.
Munching on some leftover sausages from yesterday, I flopped down on my couch and reached for my laptop. Maybe I could watch a movie or find a good ebook to read. Or… Snippets of the conversation from earlier echoed through my head and tickled my curiosity. I hovered my fingers above the keyboard for a moment before they moved by themselves, typing
