Nova lives in an apartment off-campus, it is a walking distance but we chose to Drive since we didn't want to leave our cars behind.
I park my red BMW I8 between Nova's white Porsche and Leo's gray Audi, and I grab my phone as I step out of the car to join them.
"This place is great," Leo compliments and a smug smile tug on Nova's lips.
"Wait till you see the apartment, it's swoon-worthy." She says proudly. "You okay there, Bff?"
I nod.
I am busy staring at the tower, praying that she stays on the first or the second floor.
"You live on which floor?" I ask, my eyes still fixed on the building.
"Eleventh, don't worry the elevators are functioning."
I blow out my breath.
I can't take the elevator. Even the thought pushes me into panic mode.
We all have phobias, right?
I don't
