SCARLETT
I did a three-hour shift at the casino to cover for another server. It was shorter than my usual shift, which was nice, and we ended up being busy enough for me to pocket a few hundred in tips, which is also nice.
Now, though, I'm back to overanalyzing my night with Viktor. What the heck was I thinking? Why did I let myself sleep with him? I mean, I know this guy isn't boyfriend material. He's not the guy I'm going to marry. I promised myself I wouldn't do this, wouldn't fall into bed with some random dude, hoping for instant connection or whatever. It never ends well.