Lincoln
Dani: Remind me again why I took this job.
Linc: You didn't have a choice. Almost here?
Dani: Yeah, I'm at Starbucks, will be over in a few.
The text ended with a few stunned looking smiley faces, a yawn, and then the picture of the ridiculously long Starbucks line.
Linc: Just let yourself in.
My flip flops made a slapping noise against the hardwood floor as I paced back and forth, back and forth in my living room. Nervous energy swirled around me as I cracked first my knuckles and then my neck.
The sound relaxed me more than the feeling.
I cracked my left hand again then my right.
Blowing air out of my cheeks, I sat on my couch and started my deep breathing. In for eight seconds, out for eight seconds, eight times.
I'd tried to stop with my first-day ritual, but the one
