Jacob
The second I hung up on Alastair, I realized my mistake. I quickly called him back.
“Sorry,” I said the moment he answered.
“Dude, for a second there I panicked,” Alastair admitted, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was good to know that he was nervous about this as much as I was. The only reason I had ventured off the directions was the craving for ice cream. Alastair would soon find out that my go-to in stressful situations was ice cream. It was my downfall, but I wasn’t ashamed of it. I didn’t indulge in the treat very often, but sometimes my anxiety levels were far too high to justify not giving in to the craving.
“Sorry,” I repeated as I sped along the road. There was no one around, but I wasn’t about to go over the speed limit. Not by much anyway. I saw the sign ahead, and
