Alan at home. Liked the quiet, liked her not knowing what he was doing. For some reason he felt in control then. He played music she didn't like. Sometimes even microwaved fish. He was now listening to jazz. Noisey horrible jazz. He didn't even like it. But he liked that she definitely didn't like it.
It wasn't like he'd do this with her around, but for now it was his house, not hers. He wished so badly that he didn't stay here. In this shitty town. Although he couldn't complain, he could go to the office if he wanted. Or stay home if he didn't he had good money. Their house was nice, but he just feels like his life would have been different.
He'd day dream about girls back in college. There was one girl worked at the cafeteria of his hall. He never asked her out, now she drives him mad. A something of what could have been.
He check's
Imogen Howe
's location. Fuck. She's coming home he thought. He saw her little dot moving closer and closer to his.
It was almost time for his call. He saw Aaron's dot in the city, Jacks dot on the coast.
