Lauren sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing her leg nervously as she checked the time for the tenth time.
7:05 PM. Larry had texted her an hour ago, telling her to be ready. He didn’t say much more than that, which was kind of his style. Always keeping things casual, keeping things light.
She hadn’t exactly expected this. She didn’t know what she’d expected, really. After their talk in the living room a few days ago, she thought they’d just go back to being roommates. Back to the usual awkwardness. But instead, here she was—dressed in something that wasn’t sweatpants, waiting for him to come pick her up.
It wasn’t a date, not really. She needed to make that clear. But she knew, deep down, that it kind of felt like one. And that terrified her.
The doorbell rang, loud and sudden, snap
