Saturday arrived with quiet stillness. The city outside her apartment was alive with the usual weekend bustle, but Izzy’s small space felt calm, almost empty. She had planned to spend the day with Maya, catching up over coffee and gossiping about life, but a quick text from her best friend changed everything:
“Hey, I can’t make it today… something came up. Call you later!”
Izzy frowned at her phone. Of course, Maya had gone off to another one of her spontaneous threesome adventures... apparently some wild “party” she couldn’t resist. A part of Izzy felt a pang of jealousy, but mostly, she felt… alone.
She shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. There were chores to be done... laundry, dishes, organizing the small clutter she’d accumulated over the week. As she scrubbed the counters
