I tried to be patient and not text her but I broke down a few times and asked her how things were going. The first time she said things were going oka...y, they had ordered dinner and were just chatting. The second time I texted her a few hours later she said they were still hanging out and chatting but she was having a lot of fun and really liking him. The third text I sent a little over an hour later all I got back was"phones dying, I am okay, having so much fun, be home later". I finished work. "I shouldn't have surprised you like that, Tiger. But it's true. It's one of the things I wanted to discuss with you, before we have that other talk."Doug couldn't speak. His mind was filled with the fear that he was going to break all of their hearts. He was up against something he couldn't fight, something he couldn't get his hands on, and he had been aware of his own mortality for a long time. Gone was the ignorance and invulnerability of youth, burned away in the heat of battle. He could. Sandy, Martha’s best friend from college. Mike, and Thomas who were friends from work. All of them were dressed in holiday get up ranging from Santa all the way down to the workshop elves.“Have some eggnog,” Mike smiled.“No,” I shook my head. “I know better than to trust you with anything that enters my body.”“A prude as always,” Sandy shook her head.“I’ll show you, prude,” I stared at her. The two of us had never got along ever since Martha decided to leave Sandy’s apartment and came to live. I was happy because I won’t have to wake up early and i can skip class all I want. As I was thinking of this, my close friend Sarah walks by. She was asian, cute looking, smart, and a loving personality. Just seeing her changed my mood because we been friends and stuck through of the experiences in high school. I first met Sarah in freshman year so about 4 years since I’ve known her. Sarah was a girl that wore glasses, wears jeans, dry fit jacket, and liked to draw. As she passed by, I left all.