But surprisingly, they’re not. In fact, it’s kind of the opposite—over the next couple of weeks we settle into a comfortable routine of him picking me up every morning before work, and the three of us (Noah, Lacey, and me) working double shifts at the diner. Spending my days working at Cooley’s actually isn’t that bad, even though I’m usually super exhausted by the end of the night. Of course, this means I don’t have too much energy to spend thinking about Sebastian. I’m not sure if it’s because I have less time on my hands, or because I’m just naturally getting over him, but it seems like every day I think about him less and less. Where before, I would come home every night and wonder what Sebastian was doing; now I find myself in bed, watching TV or painting my nails or reading a book, and all of a sudden I’ll look at the clock and be like, Wow, I haven’t even thought about Sebastian since this morning. Lacey and I have totally stuck to our pact, and she seems to be doing better, too.
