It was a good way to dull the somber evening.Įven after two and a half years at NYU, I was still a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but tonight I didn’t mind at all.
I glanced at my phone again, but my messages were still unanswered.
Patrick and I weren’t dating exactly, but we were something. Something enough that we’d planned an evening together, one he was now undoubtedly having with someone else.
