Chapter Fifteen
Angel
I returned the f****d up Christmas elf outfit I’d worn on our first date and exchanged it for a ludicrously expensive pair of jeans and an equally pricey black blazer, figuring I would get a lot of mileage out of both of them. Underneath the blazer I wore a plain purple t-shirt, and when I glanced in the mirror I looked good, except for one thing.
Terror was stamped on my face, and I didn’t know how to calm down.
This afternoon I’d gone for an extra-long run, hoping it would settle my nerves. It didn’t work, and when I returned home, I looked like a sweaty death-row inmate about to face the electric chair.
“This is why I don’t date. All these f****d-up feelings are making me insane.” I said to my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Then, I glanced down at my phone
