Natalia Polinski.

Jonathan and I went home, not wasting further time. The ride home was silent as if someone had just died and we were going to their funeral. Jonathan didn’t force me to talk about it too. He knew how broken I was. He could see it in my eyes.

Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe it’s not what it seems like. But all I knew was. I had to talk to Nat.

On my way back, I couldn’t stop thinking about the day Nat and I first met...

--Past--

“Girl, are you okay?”

I look back and see the brunette girl pulling the chair out right beside me to sit. She was smiling as if she knew me for a long time.

“Hot.” I sip my drink, not looking at her.

“You know this isn’t how you’ll find this place better. Sober up to fall in love with this area.”

That was the first thing she asked me. Every guy from when I first moved here tried asking where I was from, why did I move and all that bullshit you don’t even care about, but her? She was my personal psychiatrist.

“How did you know I was looking for a place?” I as