Anne’s apartment building didn’t look all that different from some of the newer dorms Evan had driven past less than twenty-four hours ago. A three-story boring tan box jammed in with five or six just like it, nondescript holly bushes scattered around frost-burned winter grass. The biggest difference was the lack of bike racks instead of several jammed full of college commuter specials.
After a furious internal debate with himself, Evan decided to skip bringing flowers, candy, or anything else he hoped Anne might be happy enough to hug him for. No matter how vividly he’d imagined their reunion and hopeful happily ever after, that only existed inside his own head.
His confidence and excitement didn’t quite insulate him from fear of a broken heart.
Evan was sure he’d been knocking for an
