"Too bad I'm finding out that a lot of guys just aren't worth the effort." Naea's expression soured, and she immediately took a drink of water, holding onto her glass for dear life, almost as if she were trying to get rid of a bad taste that seemed to linger. "And the ones that might be... just don't want you."
Tequila and orange juice wasn't sounding like a bad idea right about then. The water just didn't seem to achieve the result Naea was looking for. "I'm sorry, Kami," she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck slowly. "My... boyfriend--'ex' would be a better term, now--of two years decided to pretty much abandon me here. He took off right after we moved in. Not a word, not a nothing." She bit her bottom lip gently and refused to cry. Again. She'd had enough of that. "I don't mean to dump it on you."