We aren’t officially back. Just seeing how things go.
Lucky:
Why even do that?
Dollancie:
He asked.
Lucky:
That’s the most ridiculous reasoning.
If I asked you to leave him, would you do it?
Dollancie:
Are you going to whisk me away like we’re in some fairy tale?
Lucky:
I don’t have a white horse.
Dollancie:
I guess that’s you telling me that I’ve blown my chance at having you as a friend?
Lucky:
Ouch. Friend-zoned already.
The pounding on the door continues, my heart in sync as my nerves hike up.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
The door stills, and clacking heels take the women on the other side away from it.
A sigh of relief stutters from my mouth.
The quiet in the room helps me write a longer message.
Dollancie:
A friend is what I need most right now.
I’m gonna walk home, and I rarely go anywhere alone. I get that you’re probably at work, but can you keep me company when you get some free time, just a quick text every now and again?
If you’re too busy, I get it.
Lucky:
I’m never too busy for you.
Dollancie:
Thank you.
I decide to go home, not wanting to wander around in the rain, in the hopes that I’ll find the other venue before catching my death, only to have to sit with people who are rude to me while I look something like a drowned rat.
