Page 3 of Sparks Fly
“I am sad,” I tell her, my fingers wrapped around the warm cup. I wasn’t trying to hide my feelings, I was trying to navigate them.
She nods her head.
“But I am also angry. It was out of the blue. He went straight for my throat.” I choke, my voice cracking.
“Understandable.” She nods again and takes a sip of her tea. “It was a bit of a dick move.” Her tongue darts out as she licks her top lip.
Nora has been my best friend since college. Joined at the hip some would say.
She went into public relations; I went into social media. It was never my dream, I wanted to follow down her route of work, but after losing my parents in a short space of time, I didn’t put my full attention into my work or exams and failed pretty much all of them.
My own doing, but I cut myself some slack. I had a lot going on.
She suggested I do some influencer stuff, just as a stop gap, and five years on, I am still fully submersed into this world. With over one hundred thousand followers, I get paid to post about my day.
“It was.” I hum but that doesn’t stop the ache that settle in my stomach.
Her eyes drift towards my pink suitcase before they settle back on mine.
“Where are you going?”
I trail my eyes over my shoulder and look in the same direction. A heavy sigh lifts my shoulders.
“Not sure yet. Going to see where I can duck out to and focus on my work and myself for three months.”
“Have you told me this or was it going to be a surprise kind of thing?”
“I haven’t and I was going to…”
“Surprise me.”
I shake my head. “Tell you.”
“When?” Her lips twist and I narrow my gaze on her.
“Now?” My eyes settle on her pretty face, and she gives me a warm smile.
Short black hair, ocean blue eyes, tall and slim.
Love the bones off that girl.
“Good job I love you, Anaïs.” She giggles, shaking her head.
“I would say come with me but…”
“But I am super busy with work clearing upsomeassholes public break up.” She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
Yes. My best friend does all of Royce’s PR.
Great.
“Oh yes, how did I forget?” I snicker and fold my legs under myself as I get comfortable again.
“Plus, I think it’ll be good for you to go away for a while on your own.”
“Yeah?” I raise a brow.
“Yeah.” She gives me a smile “are you thinking of going abroad?” she asks me as she gets herself comfortable.
