Work
I rolled onto my back, peeking my eyes open slightly. The blinds were shut but the little light that did peak through didn’t make my head pound like it did yesterday.
I sat up, brushing my hair out of my face.
I glanced around the room, realizing that I was in fact alone. I didn’t really expect Evan to still be here but part of me wished that he would be.
I shook my head, trying to forget about it. We were barely friends and the fact that he had been here at all should be good enough.
I picked my phone off my nightstand, smiling as I saw Evan’s good morning message. That was something that had become a custom for him, sending me a message every morning.
I wasn’t really sure how to feel about that. I wasn’t really used to having friends so I didn't know if that was a normal thing people did.
Barty: morning :)
I laid back down on my bed, tucking my knees into my chest.
Evan: how’re you feeling?
Barty: less like shit i guess?
Evan: well i suppose thats a start
Then I remembered I had work.
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. Today was one of the last days i would want to go to work.
Barty: I forgot i had work today :(
Evan: you’re a very forgetful person aren’t you
Barty: be quiet
Evan: technically i’m not talking at all
I rolled my eyes but I was smiling as I placed my phone back onto my nightstand. I stood up and stumbled over to my dresser. I pulled out black jeans and a white button up and threw them on. I also took out my black apron and threw it onto my bed.
I made my way into the kitchen and popped two pieces of bread into the toaster. For whatever reason, Evan was a master at making toast, well at least to my hungover self and I doubted I would be able to make toast like his but I could try.
I ran my fingers along the countertop,taking the butter out of my fridge. I walked back over to my toaster, waiting until the toast popped out.
I took it out and continued on with my breakfast then headed out to work.