Cassie
By two forty-five Friday afternoon, I had already used the bathroom three times.
Not because I needed to pee.
Because apparently my nervous system had decided the bathroom was the only acceptable place to panic.
I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed my blouse for probably the hundredth time.
“You know this is getting ridiculous, right?” I told my reflection.
My reflection looked unconvinced.
My phone buzzed.
Brett: At the airport.
Another message appeared.
Brett: Have not been drafted yet. Ollie seems disappointed.
I smiled.
Me: Tell Ollie that’s generally not how meetings work.
Brett: He says Chicago should save everyone time and hand me a jersey at baggage claim.
That sounded exactly like Ollie.
Me: Your friend is an i***t.
Brett: Our friend. Don’t abandon me
