I stood in the shower and let the water hit my face. I thought about ribs and beer. I had been denying myself a treat for so long I didn’t even remember. I thought about Nick’s laugh. It had cut right through the noise in my head. Dylan grabbed a mug, kissed my cheek, and left for work. The apartment went quiet.
On the bus I watched the gray buildings passing by. In each window there was an office just like the one I worked in. I could feel the army of secretaries just like me typing furiously, just like me. Trying to make ends meet just like I do.
I couldn’t stop replaying the night with Daniel in my head. The things I should have told him! Did I still have a job with him? If I did, did I want to do it?
I switched to the night with Nick instead. The booth. The music. The small jokes.
