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She rolled her eyes before continuing, "Let's not make tonight another sad night. Go out."
     
    "I'm not in the mood."
     
    "You do realize that your worst night with a billionaire is still a pretty good night?" I shot her a confused look. "I'm just comparing it to the rest of your life."
     
    "Vanessa, you--"

    I stopped sharply mid-sentence. Across the street, I saw Blake walking into a restaurant. He was with a tall, stacked blonde. She had tits out to Jupiter. She caressed his face as she walked in. He started to walk behind her but he somehow saw me. There was a small grin that spread across his face when he recognized that it was me. He started to walk toward me but I shook my head. His shoulders sank. He stood there for a second and then he walked in the restaurant. I saw him look back and then completely fade into the establishment.

    "Why'd you stop?" Vanessa said, poking me back to reality.
     
    "I thought I saw someone I knew." I lied. I felt my eyes getting watery. I had to stop this before Officer Vanessa drilled me for questions. "Don't you hate when you think you recognize someone and it turns out to not be them?"
     
    "Hey, at least you weren't waving at them," she added. "Now that's embarrassing because you have to play it off like you're doing something casual."
     
    "How do you play off waving?" I was pretending to be interested but from the corner of my eye, I was still scoping the restaurant.
     
    "You pretend you're swatting a fly." She laughed and I shook my head.
     
    "C'mon, let's get back to the office."

    The workday dragged on. Through a miracle, it was almost time for me to clock out. When that time came near, I wanted to jump up for joy. My computer's ringing shocked me. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Blake. I pressed the ignore button. He hadn't called me in weeks and all of a sudden, he was interested again. Who knew all it took was him seeing me across the street, while he wined and dined a hot blonde bombshell? At least now I know why he wasn't 'interested in a relationship with me'--he went for the model types. Something I definitely wasn't.
     
    My cell phone vibrated soon after and I rolled my eyes. I threw it in my purse and kept going along my merry way. I clocked out early and made my way out of the office.

    "Are you going to be going out later?" Vanessa called out to me while she locked up her space.
     
    "We've discussed this. I will gladly be the sad, catless lady. I have a long night of crappy reality TV. I'm going to let my brain fry and then rejuvenate it when I come for work tomorrow."
     
    "Too sad. Would you like me to ask my date if he was some well-hung friends?
     
    '"How would he know if they are hung or not?"
     
    "I don't know. I just assume men talk about that stuff. Besides, you know the saying, birds of a feather."
     
    "I'm just going to stay home. Have a great time!" I waved goodbye and headed home.
     
    ***
     
    Cuddled underneath my blanket, I had popcorn on one side of me with the remote on the other. I am not the sad, catless lady. I just like my peace and quiet, I convinced myself.
     
    I was flipping through the channels when I decided to land on the entertainment channels. I was going melt against this sofa with the help of mind numbing TV. The lady went on to talk about celebrities and the fashion trends with such passion, you'd think it was life changing. I yawned and was about to fall into a comatose state when I saw a picture of Blake. I took the remote and turned the volume up.

    "Today in financial news, Blake Slate just closed the deal with real estate mogul, Jennifer Madison. The two were seen at the all too famous restaurant..." The entertainment news anchor's voice faded away while they showed pictures of Blake and the stacked blonde I saw him with. "Sources say that Jennifer wanted to discuss a personal relationship but was denied by the billionaire."
     
    "Shit," I cursed and threw the blanket off of me.
     
    ***
     
    I was pacing