Somehow we ended up at Richard's house.

It was cozy. A burning log fire in the lounge, soft leather couches with bundles of pillows and blankets and fluffy rugs that felt like feathers under your feet.

We had stopped off on the way back and Richard had bought us fish and chips and we both settled on the couch as we ate.

"I was an ass to Jasper today," I said and ate a chip. "I was an ass to pretty much everyone today."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"Oh, no, it is," I said. "I'm a bitch. To everyone."

"Don't say that," Richard said sternly. "Please."

I shrugged my...