The next few weeks rolled by.
Jennifer couldn't remember a time when she had felt so, normal.
They settled into a routine, going out at least once a week and talking and doing normal things and it made Jen have hope. It made her believe that at least for that time she could just have a conversation and forget what she would normally think about.
And Michal. Michal, with his plain wardrobe and bad coffee. He was worth it.
Worth her time.
Worth her everything.
