As I take a sip of wine, I glance at my watch for the fifth time this hour. “It’s been two days, nineteen hours, and forty-seven minutes since I last heard from Alejandro.” “Let him go, Hayley. And it’s official. You’ve crossed the line from sad to pathetic,” Nick says, smirking. I twist my long blonde hair up into a hair band on top of my head before stretching my legs across the couch and hogging all the space. Then I hold my glass in the air and say, “Wine me.” He does, topping my glass off with the last of the Pinot Grigio. We usually have beer while watching the college bowl games, but this year is different because of my recent breakup. I thought wine would complement my whine better. “So, I’m pathetic now?” He smiles because he knows I like those better than his smirks. They’re softer, more personal. Holding my feet up off of the couch, he sits down then places them on his lap. “Knowing the days and hours is bad enough, but when you start tracking minutes, you’ve crossed into obsessive… or maybe depressive.
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