Chapter Twenty
Mike
Hannah had a longer drive home from Griffith Park than I did, so I waited what I hoped would be long enough and dialed her number.
Voice mail.
I hung up and paced the condo. Maybe she stopped for food on the way. Patience, dude.
Call back, leave a message, leave it at that. Don’t be overeager, don’t be a stalker.
Don’t be overeager, don’t be a stalkerThat’s what my friends would tell me to do.
But despite sending her home, I didn’t want the night to be over, either. I wanted to hear her voice, make sure she got home okay, listen to her fuss about finding places for all the stuff I bought her.
I did go overboard there, but it was fun. Making her smile and laugh was the best feeling I’d had in I didn’t know when. Now I knew why Jake and Dylan looked like they did
