Thanksgiving
After Bill moved to The Big City, he had spent every holiday alone. Going back home wasn't an option either. Facebook needed him to be there since the following day people loved to upload photos and they couldn't risk the server failing on them.
He hasn't gotten any roommates so it was typically a quiet evening for himself to reflect. Once in awhile, he'd hear laughter from an open window somewhere, and he'd smile to himself. Bill was just happy to know that people were enjoying their meals and quality time with their loved ones. He knew one of these days he'd have people over and he'd be able to put the huge table to use, but for right now, it was just him and his Chameleon, Pascal.
And that was alright, too.










