He misses you. We all do. We’re worried about you. Jamie sat on the back deck of Beauregard’s, eating her free post-shift meal as she stared at her phone and the unexpected message. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She’d once considered Michelle a friend, but Michelle had been one of the first to cut her out as soon as her loyalty to Joey wavered even the tiniest bit, and she’d found out they actually weren’t friends after all. This message had come straight out of nowhere. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she should respond at all. She’d admit—but only to herself—that she’d toyed with the idea of going back. This was much harder than she’d expected it to be. Waitressing was keeping her afloat for the time being, but she didn’t enjoy it, she wasn’t very good at it and nothing better seemed to be coming along, no matter how many résumés she sent out. She’d met some people at work, made a few friends—not besties, but folks she could hang out with, at least.
