Ella.
My head is pounding. Oh God, what did we drink last night? I rub my temples, trying to relieve the pain. Why did I decide to go out with Jess? I should have gotten ready for bed and had a good night's sleep. Now I feel terrible with a hangover, and on top of that, my anxiety is deciding to rear its ugly head—just what I need.
After a minute, I get up and trudge to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and some ibuprofen. I gulp them down before looking at the time on my phone, only to realize I have 30 minutes to get ready for work.
In a panic, I rush to put on clothes without really paying attention. Within 10 minutes, I'm ready. I didn’t bother putting on makeup; I don’t really care what I look like.
When I arrive at the office, I set my things up before knocking on Kane's doo
