Work was hell. Literal hell on earth. The hour long meetings, the people kissing up his ass, it was all so monotone and tiring. As soon as I got home, I shoot a text to you.

"Hey, up for some games tonight? Or a movie?"

After sending it I take a shower and plop down at my desk, leaning back with a soft sigh. I wonder if she's home from work already... I think. And then a plaguing thought enters my mind. The thought that you know nothing about my outside life, and I know everything about yours.