The past few days had been... unexpectedly pleasant. Work had been going smoothly, and my interactions with customers were lighter, more enjoyable. Even spending time with Jane had become something I looked forward to. We’d gone shopping again, tried out new makeup looks, and I was feeling more and more like I could relax, like I was starting to embrace this version of myself.
But beneath the surface, there was a restlessness that wouldn’t go away—Izzy. Ever since that night by the river, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The intensity of what we’d shared, the way he made me feel... it was like I was waiting for something to happen, for him to show up again. But he hadn’t. Not yet.
I’d been telling myself to be patient, to let things unfold naturally, but every day that passed without
