The following day, I was woken up by a loud banging on my door. Whoever is knocking is about to rip the hinges off. Oh no, it's Saturday! Collectors are here for the money. They are early! Normally, they don't arrive until noon. Quickly, I grabbed my stash of cash and ran as fast as possible to the door. Tripping on my blanket the whole way. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact as usual. These guys tend to get far too excited if you look them in the eye. Apparently, eye contact is dirtbag code for I'm Easy.
“Sorry, I wasn't expecting you so early. Here”.
“Well, usually I'm the one who has to dish out the cash on the first date. But if you really want to give it to me, I can think of much better forms of payment”.
Startled, I looked up. “Zane? What are you doing here?”
“Coming ove
