Frances
FrancesI checked the address on my phone against the number hanging next to the black front door. The little dead pot plant under the window and the row of doorbells confirmed that it was largely a student residence.
Confident that I found the place, I messaged Ivy that I was here. While I waited for her to let me in, I took a good look at the street. I liked the location, it was only a short bike ride to my campus and my favourite bar, Rainbow Central, was only a ten-minute walk away. Fifteen, when drunk.
The door shrieked open and revealed a much more casually-clothed Ivy. She shot me a pretty radiant smile as she invited me in. “Hey, you made it.”
“I did. Nice shirt,” I commented, gesturing to the colourful flowers on her blouse. If I remembered correctly, there’d been flowe
