"He said what?" Chloe continued yelling quietly into her phone, pacing back and forth through the apartment like I wasn't here.
"Yes, that's great and all, but why does she need to come for a trial run? Doesn't that seem a bit weird? She knows how to make drinks and her resume has references. What's the need for that?"
I slipped out of bed, finally realizing she had to be talking about me. I rubbed my eyes, pinning down a few strangled ends of my hair as I pushed back my covers and made my way out into the living room.
"Fine," Chloe snapped, hanging up the phone once she caught sight of me, "Oh hey, hun."
I smiled, walking into the kitchen as I began making a mug of coffee, "What was that all about?"
Chloe smiled, "I think I got you a job! Or an interview...more like a test run, really?"
I shook my head, whatever she was saying wasn't making any sense.
"Where at?" I asked, sipping my first taste. I melted, this was exactly what I needed. After a night like last night, I could have sworn I'd be done with drinking for the rest of my life.
"The bar we went to last night, Johnny said the owner is interested in hiring you!"
My stomach instantly did a back flip, "Uhm, already? I don't think that's the best place for me to be working at right now...especially when I can barely talk to a guy without thinking about...about..."
I couldn't even say his name still. Damn, sometimes I hated my emotions.
"But this will be the perfect thing to get your mind off of it!" She continued, "Think about it. You'll be getting tons of attention from hot desperate men who would do anything to get the key to your sweet little box. It'll keep you totally preoccupied!"
Sometimes I wondered if Chloe actually got the comparisons she tended to make on a daily basis. Did I really want someone to have the key to my box? Not really.
"Oh come on," She swatted my back, helping herself to my coffee, "I'm not going to let you pass this up. I want you dressed, rehearsed and ready to leave by 7:30 tonight. If I have to drag you there myself, I will."
I huffed, why was she pushing? I knew she was just trying to be my best friend, but maybe I wanted to continue to sulk about my life. I had yet to even hear from Steven and it was killing me, could I even get through a night of working without hoping he'd walk through the doors?
"Fine," I muttered, without even thinking, "I'll do it, but under one condition. If I get there and I feel like it's too much, then I'm leaving."
"Deal," She beamed, her blue eyes almost leaving me in a trance, "Just promise me you'll try? I don't want to see you sad anymore. I just want to see my bright vibrant Kens back to her normal self. It's not easy watching you roll around this apartment when I know how much fun you could be having out there."
She was right - I was taking this breakup harder then I probably should, but I couldn't help it. It affected my life, my thoughts, and it just wasn't healthy anymore. Maybe I was exiting the depression phase and moving on into the angry phase of this breakup, whatever it was I knew I was ready to move on and forget about Steven.
"Maybe you can even pick back up some dancing classes or something," Chloe intervened again, "I know you used to love to dance, maybe we can take a class and you can teach me a thing or two?"
I smiled, she was so caring. What did I ever do to deserve such a friend?
"Yeah," I answered, my thoughts instantly directing back to college when I used to be in a dancing league. It was probably one of the happiest times of my life, doing one of the things I loved. Even before Steven, I committed all of my time and energy into the sport and I remember waking up each day with a smile on my face knowing I would be able to do so again each evening.
