The front door lightly clicks as Sarah enters from her second date this week, her cheeks are flushed crimson and her cheeks look sore from her consistent smiling as they did last time. I smirk and pat the empty seat beside me.
"Had fun?" I giggle because she looks like a teenager experiencing their first relationship.
"I thought you'd be in bed!" She sighs, I just shake my head. "But I had so much fun." Squealing, she leaps onto the couch.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, Poppy. I really like him."
"What's the lucky guy's name?" I query. I'm happy that she has finally met someone who makes her grin ear-to-ear, her last boyfriend did not have that impression.
"Lucas."
But for some reason, my heart drops.
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My Drunk Wrongdoing
Short StoryDrunken texting. Most commonly done to your ex but not in Poppy's case, she finds herself messaging a stranger in the middle of the night while she stumbles and fumbles with her thumbs to send a message to her friend. But this mistake might not be s...
