Jen walked over to the tables. She had a glass in one hand and a letter in the other. She sat down at an empty table and re-read the letter, for the hundredth time. What did it matter if she wanted to come back? Shouldn't he have been happy for her? And anyway, he had been the one who had broken up with her. Jen sighed and put the note down, taking a sip of her drink. She looked around, maybe there would be some more people to talk to right now. |