Chapter 7

After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring.

"What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself."

My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline.

"Trevor is a nice guy, but he just doesn't do the trick for me..." I complain while throwing off my clothes onto what I call "the chair" it's the place where not clean, but not quite dirty clothes go.

"Maybe we should move out from here—I've gathered it's easier