Cerian.
When morning came,I still felt like shit, Denver even asked why I was sulking after having a shower but I just told him I was having a mild headache. That wasn't a complete lie.
Since I was in a shitty mood,I settled on having artichokes for breakfast. They tasted like shit and I felt like shit so I don't see the problem there.
Denver joined me in the kitchen island minutes later. If I wasn't in a shitty mood,I'd complement his suits choice of color and even ask if its a new suit. Pastel pink is a bold color for him, he's mostly in grey blue or black suits. I also loved his white turtle neck. He looked good and I know everyone and their mother can agree with me on that.
"Artichokes?" He questioned my choice of food with a smile, showing of his dazzling white set of neatly arranged teeth.
"I'm venturing into a new healthy lifestyle," I forced a smile. It even hurt to smile, "You look good," There I said it and immediately felt a weight getting lifted off my shoulder.
