Aaand that's all for the every other day sorta daily updates.
With TCT also online, this book will be updated every other week alongside it, on Thursdays.
I hope you enjoy~
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OF course, the keeping it to myself part didn't last. I needed opinions- stat. And who else could have unbiased opinions about this without sounding like an ass better than my own friends? Well, sounding like an ass while having constructive criticism to boot the likelier conclusion, but isn't that the best option?
And this way, with their conflicting personalities and beliefs, I could get a diverse compilation.
So by Saturday, as Ella Ambrose is still off in Maldives while the rest of us slum it out with the local scene, I joined the usual Saturday night- a bar just around SoHo hidden under a fake truck delivery ramp, and arrived just at the perfect time.
When you're dropping incriminating news to your friends, you'd want them to be in a specific mood. Almost buzzed, not drunk- definitely not drunk, maybe a few shots in, a signature cocktail or two - and still on their seats, still looking around for potential hookups or anything that might kick up the notch for the night.
This was golden hour. Any time later, I would have a table of missing friends, with the ones still there already on their way to a bubbly kind of fun.
The usual suspects for hookups, Ross, Audie and I, were all present as soon as I waved at Claudia's gaze lighting up. But I was not here for that tonight, so I sidled up beside Esther, busy texting one of her casual dating people or her CDP as she called it, as her only girlfriend, Rema, was buried in readings. And Audie looked around because she had just recently had a breakup... Well, four months ago- and what had she called it?
Wants a relationship, but deserves a few casuals right now.
And Ross... I'm never really sure with Ross. He's always looking around but he does a good show of not looking like he's looking around, appearing too busy for the advocacy of mortal gaze, yet languid and sensual in movements, incredibly attractive to risk a double take.
And with his cheekbones and eyes... his seat wouldn't be occupied for too long.
With a quick shot down my throat, my head reaching that pleasant fuzzy sensation, I sat straighter and commandeered attention. "Alright guys. I have news."
