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earlier?” I suggest, but Roger lets out a breath.
    “You’re such a fucking girl. Okay, whatever. But we will have drinks, too.”
    I roll my eyes at what he just said, but I agree.
    “Make sure to get a hold of Matt and Jeff, too. I want to see them before I leave. Oh, and by the way, is Jared going to be there tonight?”
    “Of course he is. He never does anything. Little bitch.”
    I know Roger always gives Jared a hard time, but deep down, he loves him. I know it. It’s kind of like the Skipper and Gilligan. Roger being the Skipper and Jared being Gilligan. The thought makes me laugh out loud.
    “What’s funny?” Roger asks.
    “Oh, nothing. See you in a couple of hours.”
    “All right, Sophie. See you.”
    I think it would be nice to take a quick nap before going over there, so after I hang up, I go back into my bedroom. Looking down, I suddenly realize I have too many fucking pillows on this bed. Frankie is also my interior decorator, by the way, and when he did my bedroom, he went all out. He bought like eight of these throw pillows in different shapes and sizes, all white, lavender, and cream, even though he was kind of upset about my color choices. He wanted bold and exotic. I chose clean and crisp.
    When I have only the two standard pillows left, I pull back the comforter and slide right in. I set my phone alarm and place it on the pillow beside me, then curl up in the blankets. I don’t know why I’m tired. I think I’m just spent from today’s meeting and my adrenaline running so high from being around Tristan. Soon, I pass out.
     
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    It is almost six and my alarm is going off. I stretch out once, blinking my eyes a couple times. The sun is already setting. It will be dark in a couple hours, but at this time of day, everything changes into beautiful shades of pink and orange.
    I heard that it might rain later, so I don’t want to wear shorts. I walk over to my closet and I reach up on the top shelf for my most comfortable, but not modest, jeans. My lucky jeans. I rub my hand up and down them; they are so old and weathered that they are starting to feel more like cotton now than actual jeans. Remembering all the good times I had with them brings a smile to my face.
    A little further inside my closet, one side of the wall has ten built-in drawers. I pull one open and grab the first folded t-shirt from off the top of the stack. It’s just a plain black V-neck tee. I change clothes before going into the bathroom to brush my teeth again. I pull my hair out of the braid I had it in earlier, which now is basically a couple of pieces in a band since I slept in it, and give it a quick rustle with my fingers.
    The makeup I put on earlier still looks pretty good, so I don’t want to wash it off just yet. Instead, I run my fingers lightly under my eyes to wipe away the little black smudge marks from my eyeliner.
    When I’m all done, I hear my phone ringing. I hurry my way out of the bathroom because I know it’s probably Benny calling me before he boards his flight. Sure enough, I was right.
    “Hey, babe,” I answer.
    “Hello, sweetheart. How are you?”
    Benny, so sweet and so well mannered. Who would’ve thought? I mean, I’m not this hardcore chick or anything, but I can say I don’t usually talk with the best manners or the best language, for that matter. But he doesn’t care. He just likes me for me, and that’s why I think he is probably the greatest thing to ever come into my life.
    Well, except after Tristan, that is . . .
    God, I hate myself sometimes. Shutting myself up, I quickly speak up.
    “So . . . are you at the airport now?”
    “Yeah, I just arrived. I will be boarding in an hour, so I wanted to call you now. God, Sophia. I’m going to miss you.”
    Aw, my. 
    “Oh, babe. I will miss you too,” I say back to him, digging around to find my shoes. “But we’ll talk to each other every day. Well, whenever we get a chance to. Time zones, and you’re always so