Zoey:
I didn’t sleep much that night.
Not because I didn’t try—trust me, I did. I tossed, turned, buried my face in my pillow, even scrolled through Pinterest boards about “romanticizing your peace.” Nothing worked. My mind kept replaying the moment Alex Knight said, “Can I have your number?”
Like—what?
Men like him didn’t just go around asking random girls for their numbers. Especially not to someone like me. I was not a model, just a student juggling work with school.I wasn’t delusional. I knew how the world worked. People like Alex lived in glass towers; people like me hustled through school cafeterias praying the Wi-Fi wouldn’t cut out before submission time.
So yeah, my brain refused to shut up.
By morning, my eyes felt like sandpaper. I dragged myself out of bed, showered, tied
