Later that evening, I headed straight home from work. I was beyond excited for tonight, being able to spend some alone time with Vince.
My hand slightly trembled as I pushed the key into the lock. The apartment was strangely quiet when I stepped inside. I called out Vince’s name only to be greeted with silence. I dropped my bag on the couch as I made my way to the bedroom.
I already knew that I would find it empty, still I double checked and sure enough, the room was empty. With a sigh, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. That’s when I saw the piece of paper with my name scribbled on it in Vince’s messy writing.
Can’t make our date tonight, something came up. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Vince.
Another sigh escaped my lips.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Vince’s number
