(Jen’s POV)
“So, what now?” I asked my best friend and confidante as we watched a movie that evening, each of us cozily relaxing in our favorite armchairs as we ate dinner. (Something about it made me think of Matt and how he would have freaked out were he to barge in and see us dining on his pristine white chairs.) The heater offered just the right amount of warmth to fight against the cool September night breeze.
It was nowhere near December, but the atmosphere already had this Christmas vibe to it, even though I was feeling anything but Christmassy.
Thankfully, my questioning coincided right with the end of the movie, some crappy romantic movie about a princess who had settled for someone who wasn’t royalty, and whatnot. The credits were rolling when Akira reached for the remote and
