Come on down, girl. I’m starving,” Taylor screamed into the phone, hanging up before I could manage more than a simple greeting. “I’ll be right down,” I said to a dead line. Today was Valentine’s Day, and I almost didn’t come to work. I seriously contemplated calling in sick. I didn’t feel like seeing my coworkers’ cubicles overflowing with beautiful red roses and cards, or hearing them boast about what their boyfriends or husbands were doing for them, or where they were taking them for Valentine’s Day. It seemed everyone was in a relationship or had that special someone in their life to love them, but me. I had no one. I was all alone. Drake was history after what happened that night. Even Taylor, who went through men like ruined and discarded stockings, had been dating this one guy on a regular basis. Regular for Taylor meant for more than a month. I have to admit, I was more than a bit jealous. Sometimes, I wished I were more like her. Taylor was outgoing, chipper, and gorgeous.
