Pavel
Where are you, Pavel? You are in deep s**t with me.
I ignore Ravil’s text and ring the bell of Kayla’s fourth floor apartment. I should have visited her in her own apartment before today. That fact makes me grit my teeth with self-disgust as I wait for an answer. It’s yet another indicator that I am ill-equipped to be a boyfriend.
Kimberly answers, and she’s not impressed with my arrival. Not that I expected her to be. She c***s a hip and surveys me, tossing her long dark hair over one shoulder. “Dude, she does not need this distraction right now.”
I push past her and into their living room, looking around at the cluttered but friendly space.
“You know she’s supposed to go to the studio tonight, right? For her new part?”
I ignore her. “Kayla.” I don’t raise my voice, don’t put
