Chapter 83

I was starving; full out roaring stomach style. All I could remember about the dinner I “ate” last night was the food that I barely touched before Adam waltzed in and kicked me out.

Wow, I actually felt more offended by the fact that he kicked me out before I got to actually eat anything than the fact that he kicked me out, period.

So there I was, sitting alone in a depressed looking corner of a depressed looking restaurant with a depressed looking table on a depressed...