"Lord, why do you have to ruin my good time like this?" I grunted under my breath, stabbing at the noodles with my fork like they were the reason my life sucked.
The door clicked shut behind whoever had just entered. I froze mid-bite. My ears perked up like some stray cat in an alley. The sound of shoes being kicked off, the faint shuffle across the floor.
Okay… okay, calm down, Ele. It's probably Linda. Yeah. Linda always barged in like she owned the place, humming some annoying song or carrying way too many shopping bags. Maybe she forgot something and came back. That had to be it.
But then again… it could be Dave. Ugh, Dave. I could already imagine him leaning against the wall with that look...like he was silently judging the fact that I was inhaling noodles straight out of a pan like some starving raccoon.
My cheeks already started burning at the thought. He'd ask me what happened. He always asked. And I'd have to explain my tragic flop of a day. Nope. Not ready. Not at all.
