8:18 p.m.
After stating we're both hungry and thirsty, we finally find some food in the mini-bar.
We're sitting across from each other at the tiny table by the window sharing an open bag of cashews that's sitting on the table, and we've found some water.
It's not much, but it's something and we're both grateful.
"What do you think Emmett is doing right now without food?" I ask while throwing a nut in the air and catching it in my mouth.
Bella snorts, water sputtering everywhere. "Hmm, probably starving. I can picture him lying on the bed and whining like a big baby."
We both crack up, and when our eyes meet, it's like everything clicks into place.
We're talking again.
Life is good.
We tell a few more stories about our mutual friends, and some of the shit we've witnessed.
I always found it odd that her roommates dated mine. But then, I remember how Jasper and Alice moved to Seattle from Texas. They subsequently set up Rose and Emmett.
Bella and I just happened to be the "others."
Lost singles in a slew of couples.
Or something like that.
I have only love for you all. Thank you. :o)
xox
Missy