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he says raising an eyebrow. “Is me knowing your name a problem? If so, I can easily forget it.”
    Well, that stung a little. “No,” I say hastily. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t thinking.”
    With her epically perfect timing, Anna appears next to me, “Come on Chickie, work comes early tomorrow.” Turning to David, she says, “See ya soon, Hottie Bartender!”
    With that, she links arms with me and leads me to where everyone else is waiting near the door. When we walk outside, Toby and Ben each kiss my cheek and say they’ll see me tomorrow, and Brandi and Terra hug me, saying we have to do lunch one day this week. I agree as Anna and I turn towards where the car is parked.
    ***
    We walk back into the apartment and Anna falls back onto the couch, pulling me down beside her. “So, you and Hottie Bartender huh? So much for ‘I’m not looking for a relationship.’ But, at least you picked the smexiest guy in the place!” Anna smacks me in the arm as she says this.
    “Ow! What are you talking about? He’s a bartender! The more they flirt, the better their tips are. There was no ‘picking’ anything.” I say with a scowl, rubbing the spot on my arm where she hit me.
    “Uh-huh, sure hon. You keep telling yourself that. Guys just flirting for tips don’t keep their eyes on you all night. And their eyes definitely don’t promise to murder the guy grinding on you every time he runs his hands over your body. I thought Hottie was going to jump the bar and attack him!” She is completely serious as she says all this.
    “Even if he was looking at me like that - and I’m not saying he was Anna - it doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. I came here to heal, not to get my heart broken again. And getting involved with a guy like that is just begging to get it broken all over again,” I say, and even I can hear the disappointment in my voice.
    Anna sighs, “Lyric, not every guy is like Matt. Yes, there are a lot of cheating assholes, but not every guy cheats. Lots of guys are faithful. You’re going to have to give someone a chance to prove that sometime.”
    Okay, this conversation is officially too deep for after eleven on a Sunday night. Especially when I’m starting a new job in the morning. Standing, I say, “I’ll think about it. But for now, I need my beauty sleep before I meet this perfectionist boss of yours tomorrow.”
    Anna stands up too, and wraps her arms around me. Laying her head on my shoulder, she says softly, “I love you Lyric, and I hate seeing you cut yourself off from everyone because of what Matt did to you. This is your chance to start over, to be the Lyric you used to be. Promise me you’ll keep an open mind, alright?”
    Smiling sadly, I tell her, “I’ll do my best. I promise.” Then, after hugging her a final time, I go to my room and shut the door, resting my back against it. The girl I used to be. I don’t think I can ever go back to being her. Too much has happened in the past year and a half.
    After washing off my make-up and changing into pajamas, I can’t stay away from my new bed any longer. I lay down, pulling the comforter up to my shoulders, and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to claim me.

You know that feeling you get on the first day of school? Yeah, well, that’s how I feel this morning. I’m standing outside the building I will now be working inside of, and avoidance is definitely my friend right now. The longer it takes me to get in there, the longer it will be before I have to meet my new boss. Starting a new job and having to get to know a new boss makes me nervous.
    But, of course, Anna isn’t going to let me procrastinate any longer. She’s noticed I’m not behind her anymore. Walking back to me, she cocks her head and asks, “Are you planning to work today? Or are you just going to stand here and watch the building?”
    Pretending to think about it for a second, I just look at her. When she narrows her eyes at me, I respond, “That depends,