STACY
My boots were making noise on the pavement as I listened to the rhythm of the road by the wheels of the cars passing by. Andy should be here anywhere but apparently, I couldn't hardly remember and recall where the 22nd street was. A hybrid of excitement and vague happiness surrounded me but I somewhat feel worried. Andy wasn't replying which quite pissed me off while Calum decided to spend his day with his family.
I was waiting for a response, but I still can't feel my phone vibrate on my pocket. I slowly crumpled my fingers on the hem of my shirt as my steps go idle. The ambiance was rare, and the feeling was utterly bizarre which I can't really explain with the use of words. Why do I feel like this?
I glanced at the opposite side of the road, hoping that I could see him there.
