"Okay." My voice was barely a whisper.
He looked happy, kissed my hair, and strode away.
I finished breakfast and called the server to pay.
The waitress smiled and said, "Your boyfriend already paid the bill."
I was a bit confused. In all this time, that was the first time Jay had spent money on me. Even if it was just breakfast.
"Miss, you two are so sweet! I saw another girl try to get his number while he was in the restroom. He turned her down flat and said he didn't want to make his girlfriend sad."
I gave a thin smile. "I'm not his girlfriend."
The waitress froze, caught off guard.
Back home, I pulled the curtains open. I grabbed my laptop and sat on the couch, scrolling through Twitter.
Every day I had a routine: checking Twitter. Checking a certain woman's Twitter.
Her nam
