She’d been folding and putting away the stock order for hours, after an insanely busy Saturday afternoon rush. She was exhausted, emotionally, mentally, and physically. It had been a little over two months since her drunken debauchery with Ben and Brad, and in the intervening weeks she’d kept almost strictly to herself. She worked a huge amount of hours at Lane Bryant as it was, then she’d been promoted to Assistant Manager and her hours had only increased. The busyness had been good for her. She worked, went to the gym, and went home. She’d been studiously avoiding her drinking buddies, knowing if she went out with them, she’d fall right back into her old ways. Meaning, she’d end up doing the walk of shame again. She’d gotten back on the celibacy wagon, which was good, but sucked. She was busy, she was in shape, and she was learning to be content by herself. But then, that was the problem: Jamie was lonely. Anna was busier than ever with Jeff and their ever-expanding DJ business, so Jamie didn’t even have her BFF to hang out with as much as she used to.
