I pulled into Imani’s driveway behind her mother’s car and stared at the front door, my stomach tightening in knots. With one hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, I took my phone from my pocket and pulled Imani’s contact up on Discord.
A green bubble appeared beside her name, signaling that she was online.
After typing out, I’m outside, I erased it and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I huffed to myself and slammed my driver’s door open, shuffling out of the car and to her front door, shielding myself from the snow with my suit jacket.
I’m outsideThat was the reason I had dressed up. Not because I wanted to impress Imani.
Knocking twice on the door, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and pressed my lips together. Whatever this feeling was spreading throughout my body, zi
