“On my way to the airport.”
“Let’s roll!” Jordan yells behind me. “Got to go. Talk later, and Andrea needs her phone.”
“See you soon, princess.”
I end the video and give Andrea back her phone.
“You two, are a delight to watch,” she says with a smile.
I roll my eyes at her as Jordan grabs her arm.
We move with the bodyguards to the car. On our drive home, I’m quiet as Andrea talks nonstop about the evening. She thinks Jordan and I need to do a show named MAK and Cole A’s improv night. I shake my head, laughing. She’s on a roll. Jordan and I indulge her as she goes on and on about how great it would be to put me in the spotlight, forgetting the fact that I dislike being in the spotlight.
We get to their house in record time. I’m surprised to see Zack waiting outside.How did he know to be here?My skeptic frown is immediate.
“I told Daniel we would be here,” Andrea answers my questioning face.
“Well, I guess that’s a good night for me.”
“You sure you won’t hang out for bit?” Jordan asks.
“Raincheck. I’m a little tired, and need my rest so we can get going tomorrow.”
He nods. I hug Andrea, grab my stuff and head to join Zack, who’s patiently waiting. I could use the rest, but I’m not that tired that I can’t hang out. But knowing Daniel is on his way home, and he tends to dislike the idea of getting home and me not being there, it’s best I head home.
“Hey, Zack. You are my driver tonight, I see.” I smile at him.
“Hey, Ms K. That was a great performance tonight.”
I grin.
“Thank you, Zack. I was very nervous.”
“It didn’t show, and you were amazing at the drum.”
“Thanks, Zack.”
I get in and our drive home is quiet. When he pulls up at the building:
“Are you going back for Daniel?” I ask.
“Yes, he should be landing in about an hour.”
“Alright. Thank you and see you later. Have a good night.”
“You too, Ms K.”
I head inside and freeze the moment when I see the unit is squeaky clean. Like, spotless. I don’t take my shoes off, because it’s strange to me. The kitchen is sparkling: all dishes washed and dried off. My fridge is clean and neatly arranged. I head to my room: all the clothes I left on the bed are gone, my bed is perfectly made. I open my closet. It’s like some imaginary fairy godmother waved a clean-up wand and my closet is perfectly organized. Daniel’s room is always tidy. Even on the days I make a mess in there, it’s tidy. He somehow finds time to clean up before leaving. I go to his room next and it’s spotless. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, I text him.
Me: I think someone broke into our unit.
Unc Dan: What! Are you okay?
Are you safe?
I’m calling Bruce to come and get you
Can you hide somewhere?
