It was Sunday afternoon and I could be doing anything apart from sitting at a table by the window in crimson’s, I could be at the gym burning off some calories, I could be at home watching ‘ Gossip Girl ‘ and sipping red wine laughing hard at the ridiculous drama.
Damn, I could even be dialing Maya’s number right now, checking in on her, after all, the last time we spoke was months ago, which wasn't nice because she was the only close female friend I have but it's fine, because she probably wouldn't even notice, Maya was too wrapped up in taking care for her three grown kids to think about me.
So I just sat, my back straight and my hands lying comfortably on my lap as if they could somehow keep them from shaking, fidgeting rather. Yes, I was nervous to put myself out there again, but
