Now inside my apartment, my first instinct was to storm over to Gideon's and demand why he'd let Nadia talk him into shooting confetti for Jonathan and I. Then, I realized there was really no biggie to it. As friends, they both felt like celebrating my first date, which showed that I was gradually moving on and forward. I was slowly forgetting Freddie, and I should be happy. Thank them. After the conversation this morning, all I needed to do was take a step back, have some pride, and just let sleeping dogs lie.
Settling into my couch, I tried to focus my mind on my f*******: chats. Aimlessly scrolling upwards for minutes, I was bored. I never used f*******: much anyway, except to amuse myself or chat with Samantha.
A few minutes later, I heard music coming from next door. It was low and
