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Sorryyyy girly! Left with the bartender. ;)
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What. The. Hell.
I felt a knot form in my stomach as I stared at the screen, the realization sinking in that Claire had left without me.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of betrayal mixed with disappointment.
She begged me to join her at a place I don’t particularly enjoy, only to ditch me the first chance she got.
With a heavy heart, I pocketed my phone and turned to leave the club.
As I made my way outside, my feet throbbing and calling out for relief, I waved my hand frantically for a cab.
A sleek black SUV pulled up beside me, and without hesitation, I kicked off my heels, flung open the door, and practically collapsed onto the back seat.
“Take me home, please,” I mumbled to the driver.
Sleep was beginning to elude me as the events of the night swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling drained and defeated.
It wasn’t until I sank into the soft embrace of my bed’s sheets that a chilling realization dawned on me—I hadn’t uttered a word about where “home” was to the driver.
Chapter
Two
“There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time when miserable.”
? Dante Alighieri
Sofiya
No, I must have given him my address; I’m just too hungover to remember it.
How would a stranger know where I live?
It didn’t make sense.
I've been pondering what happened last night for the past thirty minutes, walking out of the house to clear my head and regain some much-needed energy to study today.
When I woke up this morning, my head felt ready to explode.
Covered in sweat, my breath reeking of a mix of vomit and alcohol, I almost had a panic attack trying to understand what had happened until some memories of the night came back.
Claire and I had been whining about our high heels, then she left me alone to sneak out with a bartender. I rushed to the toilet to empty my stomach and crashed in the back of a taxi to go home.
I panicked a bit thinking about how I put myself in danger but was grateful to be safe and sound in the comfort of my bed, still wearing the same outfit as the night before.
Yep, I must have babbled my address, and the driver made his best effort to find my place.
Thank God he did.
“Here’s your lavender matcha. Enjoy! And feel free to leave us a good review,” the barista said with a smile as he handed me my drink.
Smiling warmly, I thanked him and found a cozy spot on one of the sofas in the coffee shop.
After last night’s fiasco, I desperately needed a change of scenery to heal my hangover, so on my walk of shame and desperation, I decided to spend the day studying at Mon Petit Bonheur, my go-to place whenever I needed a break from home.
