I’ve just gotten home from our interrupted night at Izzy’s when my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Izzy
In all the hullabaloo, I forgot to mention I need to bump up our hangout this weekend to Saturday morning.
Me
Not a problem. I will literally make any time work.
Izzy
Cool. I’ll need to leave around noon to make it to the airport in time for my flight, so let’s say 8:30?
I’ll call in a coffee order if you can swing by and pick it up?
Me
Sounds good.
Where are you headed?
Izzy
I’ve got a client meeting.
Me
So important with your big meetings. Wait. Is it on Sunday?
Izzy
Monday. The flights to Nashville just all suck.
Me
Nashville??
Why didn’t she tell me she was going to my city!
Izzy
Yup. Just for a short trip. Becca couldn’t go, so they’re stuck meeting with me.
Me
I can’t believe you’re headed to Nashville and didn’t tell your fake boyfriend. Rude.
Izzy
I’m going to be on my own all day Sunday. Do you have any good food recommendations?
I stare at the screen, the joy that hits me every time I text with Izzy fading. I don’t like the idea of her being in Nashville without me—without even telling me—and the thought of her eating dinner alone makes me sad, especially after the last couple of weeks.
Especially after tonight.
Fuck. Watching her tonight was everything I didn’t know I needed in my life.
An entire song flowed out of me on the drive home, my voice recorder app running as I sang and drove, but that’s not it. I felt grounded. Complete. Well, almost complete. I guess we’re still chasing her high.
