march 2020 writing challenge day 4: ice melting

“Are you even listening to me, Kira?” Jazz’s voice broke into my wandering thoughts as I sat at the table watching the ice melting in the already watered down vodka soda I’d ordered when we first arrived.

No, I wasn’t listening to him. Hadn’t been listening to him since we’d sat down since I wasn’t even sure why in the hell I took the time out of my day to even meet him. Finding your boyfriend…well, now ex-boyfriend in bed with the woman who he’d claimed was a cousin doing some very uncousinly things tended to make it a bit hard to hear anything that was coming out of his mouth. In my mind he sounded like the adults in Peanuts cartoons – a muffled squawk with zero recognizable word sounds spewing forth...