HOLLY
For a few seconds, the apartment was so silent we could hear the traffic outside. I was hyper-aware of everything: the blinking lights, the distant rumble of the building’s elevators moving somewhere beneath us. A ‘click’ from the kitchen, as the compressor for the refrigerator kicked on.
Dylan was still staring at the key. He hadn’t looked up. “You’re not serious…” he breathed.
“Oh I’m quite serious.”
“Dylan’s.”
“The gym, yes,” said Logan. “The lease doesn’t get signed until Thursday, but the preliminaries are all taken care of and the building is ours.” He cleared his throat. “I mean… yours.”
I was enraptured, watching it all sink in. Seeing the expressions on all three of their faces as reality took hold.
“Is—”
“Yes, this is the place on 5th street. Yes, Holly told me abou
