“Oh look. They’re toasting to her being unemployed.” I shoot him a scathing look. “I can see that.” I see the whole damn thing, including the way some asshole I recognize from my graduating class throws his arm around her and sloppily kisses her cheek. Is that her boyfriend? She has gone on a few dates—that much I gathered from eavesdropping and her requesting time off—but I don’t remember her mentioning being in a relationship. Don’t tell me you’re jealous? No, of course I’m not jealous.
