Leah has had half a bottle of wine by 8 p.m. and fully intends to finish the bottle.
She’s been in a bad mood the rest of the day — all because of that idiot, Michael.
She’s pissed at him for offending her, and pissed at herself for allowing it.
As she takes another gulp of her wine, her phone dings.
RemAm I interrupting anything?
Leah stares at the phone, her memory of Michael’s words playing on repeat in her head.
Goddamn it, she was rejected by him today.
And here she is, entertaining fantasies about Rem at the sight of his first text.