“So, you’re telling me that you got dumped by the person that you like?” Eliot asked me as he was filling his glass with an ice cube.
“Yeah,” I replied and then smiled painfully. “He doesn’t even know that I like him,” I added and brought the glass into my lips.
“Who was he? Do I know him? Does he also work in the hospital?”
“Yeah,” I replied. I almost felt like vomiting when the liquid reached my throat and created a scraping feeling inside.
“Then why didn’t you confess?”
“I can’t,” I replied.
“Why?”
“Because he is already taken,” I replied and drank the reminder of the alcohol in my glass.
We have been drinking for the past three hours and Eliot wasn’t good at handling his liquor. He started to look like he was already drunk because his eyes were always on me.
“That’s sad,” E
