I’m not sure if it’s because the shine has worn off my job, or if part of what made it so great was being Link’s girlfriend. I don’t think I miss being with him so much, but I do miss the dreams I had of being a part of a power couple. And I can’t help but wonder if maybe I was too dazzled by appearances that I never truly saw my life for what it is. “Noel!” I jump up to go to Link. He’s been on edge for a couple days now, and I think there might be trouble with his new girlfriend. Not that it doesn’t give me a little satisfaction, but it’s making work miserable right now. When Link isn’t happy, I don’t get to sleep, because he works ’round the clock. I stand in front of his desk and notice his bloodshot eyes. They probably match mine. “I’m here. What do you need?” “When in the hell did we say it was okay for Raphael to go to Italy?” Link’s face is red under his tan, and it’s not a good look for him.
