HOPE
Fuck my life.
I’d been in Paris for a whole two hours and already, I was ready to hop on the next plane and head back home. My best friend was on the other end of the line, laughing hysterically at me.
“Ugh, being here is so freaking depressing, Anna, you have no idea,” I said, flopping down on my hotel bed.
I frowned as I sat up clenching my jaw, though I felt a little foolish considering she couldn’t see the ridiculous look on my face.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, trying to keep the sharp edge out of my voice.
“You are,” she said. “I’m stuck at work, sitting in a stale ass office, typing useless facts into my computer, listening to people tell shitty jokes, and drinking the most vomit worthy coffee all day. And you’re in the city Paris for God’s sake. You want to talk to me abo
