Chapter 4Right at seven, the buzzer to the main door rang out in the quiet apartment, making Anna jump. She rushed to the intercom, pushing the button.
“Hey! It’s Troy. Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” she replied, excited and nervous at the same time.
She threw on her jacket and scarf, just in case the Chicago weather decided to get colder that October evening, and headed out the door. Troy looked amazing, and as she joined him on the building steps, his face showed the same opinion toward her.
“Wow, Anna. You look amazing. I mean, you looked amazing at the coffee shop too, but wow, you didn’t look like this.”
“So, you like this better?” she asked, somewhat disappointed. Maybe he wasn’t so different, after all.
“W-well, not better, per se.” he stammered. “It’s just.
