Chapter 57

I was starving; full out roaring stomach style. All I could remember about the dinner I “ate” last night was the food that I barely touched before Adam waltzed in and kicked me out.

Wow, I actually felt more offended by the fact that he kicked me out before I got to actually eat anything than the fact that he kicked me out, period.

So there I was, sitting alone in a depressed looking corner of a depressed looking restaurant with a depressed looking table on a depressed looking chair, feeling depressed. My hoodie was covering my face from view and it gave me a sense of isolation and privacy, if that even made sense.

A waiter came to take my order and I spent 3 whole minutes just going through the menu because nothing looked appetizing enough to eat. Goddamit stomach, make up your damned mind.

Finally, I settled for a Bolognaise spaghetti and blanketed mozzarella with french fries on the side.

What can I say? A girl’s gotta