By the time I got to the elevator in my apartment building, I was practically dragging my feet. The evening had been… something. Awkward. Expensive. Infuriating. And awkward again. My brain couldn’t decide if I wanted to replay the elevator fiasco or the lobster shell assault on Sebastian’s water glass. Top-tier moments of my life, really.
The elevator dinged open, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for my floor. As the doors slid shut, I let out the deepest sigh of my life. No fancy wine or five-star atmosphere could erase the fact that tonight had been a complete disaster.
When the elevator opened on my floor, I trudged down the hallway, ready to dive straight into my bed and forget the entire evening. But then I saw it—a package sitting right in front of my door.
“Oh, than
