“She should be here soon, Zucchini.”
All I get in response is a meow.
“Why am I talking to a cat? It’s not like you know what I’m saying.”
For all I know she’s thinking about what’s for dinner or where she’s going to sleep tonight.
I’d like that life. Not a care in the world.
Instead, I’m sitting here watching the clock hands move farther and farther away from three with no sign of Quinn.
Three ten.
Three fifteen.
Nothing.
Well, fuck. This isn’t good. I scrub a hand down my face and grab a beer from the fridge. Too early for the hard stuff.
Taking a deep breath, I crack it open and let the icy cold liquid slide down my throat.
I thought I finally made progress. That we were going to meet and that’d be it. That we would have gotten past her nerves offinallymeeting.
I guess not.
I hope I didn’t screw this up before it even started.
Pulling up the Music City Matches app, I fire off a message to her.
TheFriendlyGhost
Are you still coming?
Did you get lost?
Are you okay?
Nothing.No response.
What if something did happen?
TheFriendlyGhost
Are you there?
I’m worried something’s happened to you
Will you at least let me know you’re okay?
Three thirty comesand goes before my phone finally buzzes from where it’s sitting on the counter.
Thank fuck.
CatsRCool
I’m sorry
I thought I could do it but I can’t
