"That's not a good idea at all. He always calls me every night and he'll know something is up if I don't tell him how my day went and what I'm doing tonight. Plus, he and I don't keep secrets from each other," I insisted.
"Bleh, healthy relationships freak me out," he shuddered. "But whatever, do what you have to do to convince him. Either way, I'm picking you up at your place at nine tonight. By the way, where is your place?" he asked.
I huffed out of frustration. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. And I live in the suites across from the architect hall."
He nodded happily in response before making his way out of the cafe.
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I stuck around for an hour after Eric left, finishing up the assignment I'd started before falling asleep. When I finally made it back to my place, I felt sick to
