“Listen.” She sips her wine. “Tell me about your weekend.”
I sigh, actually surprised that I don’t remember too much of what happened. “I don’t remember. Nothing.”
“Oh.”
I pick up the menu again and then put it down without opening it.
“So, you’re actually going back to school,” she says.
“I guess so. There’s nothing here.”
“Did you expect to find something?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been here for a long time.”
Like I’ve been here forever.
(Source: spotlightsfastlife)