ZACK
“Relax,” I tell Josh for the fifth time. “She’s coming. You’re not getting stood up.”
Josh glares at me, tapping the side of his pint glass impatiently.
It’s been a day since our recording session with Layla. The episode only went live about half an hour ago, so I’m not sure how it’s being received — I’ve turned off my phone notifications so I can focus on the task at hand.
Tonight, we’re having our first official date. I decided to pick familiar ground, and texted her to meet us at the pub opposite our apartment block at nine PM. Josh and I have been sitting at a quiet corner booth for a few minutes now. Layla’s running late, and it’s driving Josh up the wall.
“I’m relaxed,” he insists, tugging at his collar. He’s dressed up for the occasion, in jeans and a black shirt I could s
