As I ran down the stairs and jumped into my car, I questioned my decision to go to Ivan before my best friend. Not that it made the slightest bit of difference because I was already driving to his apartment. My body was controlling in place of my mind.
I parked outside his apartment block and took the elevator up. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t decipher between the thump of excitement and the thump from Ivan.
I thought they were one and the same.
I knocked on his door three times, but when it opened, it wasn’t him.
“Oh, Brenda! Hi!” Mish chirped. “If you’re looking for Ivan, he’s on an early shoot. Said he’ll be back around ten. I’m going to get breakfast since he’s left me absolutely nothing. Did you want to come?”
Wow. Word vomit indeed.
“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll just wait here.