Thursday morning, sitting at my desk while applying my latest OPI color, "The Berry Thought of You," my phone buzzed with a message. Once again, I was tasked with holding down the vacant fort at the office with nothing to do. Texting with wet nails was tough to do as I attempted to press the letters with the pads of my fingers without touching the tips to the glass.
Roma: Friday night at 8 pm. Bar None. Stella said to tell you to invite Roxie and Ronnie.
I hadn't heard from Roma since the car show and had hoped she'd forgotten about hanging out. It wasn't that I didn't like her; I didn't want Collier finding out we'd done something and think it was more than friendship. But I liked Roma and knew we'd have a good time. My dating life had gone to s**t, there wasn't a man or woman interest
