I looked at what was on the table right now—same delivery man, same flower, same sender, but not the same note. I wanted to send it back, but the delivery man won't accept it cause he might lose his job, so I don’t have a choice but to accept it.
I arrange it and put it in the living room. Stella´s still sleeping from all the beer we drank last night. I thought she could also hold her alcohol tolerance, but she's also a loser. But at least she doesn’t have a life like mine. Stress-free to the core.
I had already prepared our breakfast when I saw Matt enter the kitchen. He was topless and still wiping the water dripping on his hair when Stella came fresh from the shower. Everybody´s showered already while I smiled like a f*****g bacon.
“Great, and both of you look so fresh!” I comment
