I got back home really late, tired and angry that night. Late, because my boss decided to be a pain in the ass and made me stay late searching for some documents for him. Tired, because I used every last ounce of strength at work. Angry, because I shouldn't be letting thoughts of Liam and his "girlfriend" roam freely in my head. It was raining heavily and I was cold. Immediately I entered the house, I went straight to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for myself, then I checked the fridge for food and found a bowl of slightly warm lasagna. Which means dinner happened about an hour ago tops. I was so famished, I didn't bother putting it in the microwave to warm some more. I didn't even bother serving it In a plate. I just grabbed a spoon from the drawer and dug in. Immediately I put a spoon

