Wet running shoes were not my fave.
I glanced down at the puddle at my feet, my shoes squelching in defeat. I pursed my lips and scowled at the gray clouds overhead. “It was supposed to be nice today.”
The clouds didn’t respond. Drops of mist simply bounced off my face, as if...
<p>Wet running shoes were not my fave.</p>
<p>I glanced down at the puddle at my feet, my shoes squelching in defeat. I pursed my lips and scowled at the gray clouds overhead. “It was supposed to be <em>nice</em> today.”</p>
<p>The clouds didn’t respond. Drops of mist simply bounced off my face, as if mocking me. I let out a puff of air, my breath steaming in the February morning. “<em>Move to Washington</em>, they said,” I grumbled to myself. “<em>It’ll be fun, </em>they said.”</p>
<p>I wiped off the water that was starting to pool at the nape of my neck and dribble across the small silver chain I wore as I glanced at the park. It was practically deserted, except for a twenty-something couple on the swing-set. They giggled and kissed in the rain like idiots, the stars in their eyes obvious even from fifty feet away.</p>
<p>I toyed with my necklace and scoffed. “Gag me.”</p>
<p>My day officially ruined before 9 A.M., I trudged back to my jeep, my shoes squeaking like cheese curds. I had to lean all my weight back to wrench the driver’s door open, narrowly avoiding falling on my butt once it finally decided to cooperate. When I got in, I had to slam it twice to keep it closed. Yay for not having money to buy nice things.</p>
<p>The interior was freezing, so I turned the ignition to let the car warm up a bit and looked at the phone I had left in my cup-holder. I groaned. I had been gone all of forty-five minutes, and I already had six new text messages and a voicemail from my literary agent, Jennifer. She had done her waiting – of which she had made me <em>well</em> aware – but now she was getting anxious about my progress on my new novel. I quickly scanned the texts, and didn’t bother with the voicemail. I would call her back later when I actually had something to report.</p>
<p>An emoji-laden text was also sitting on my screen, hearts and kissy-faces nauseatingly abundant. It was from my mom. She wished me a happy Valentine’s and let me know that she would call me later. Oh joy.</p>
<p>The only other notification was an alert letting me know I was at 23% battery. Considering my options, that was the lesser of three evils.</p>
<p>I dumped the phone back into my cup holder and watched the rain fall outside my windshield. That couple was still on the playground, kissing and tickling and cuddling. They looked like they would fall to pieces if th...