Abby
My fingers tap anxiously against the table as I dial Adam’s number. After a few rings, his voice, smooth and deep, answers. “Hello?”
“Adam,” I start, trying to steady my voice, “It’s me.”
There’s a slight pause on the other end. “Hey, Abbs. What’s up?”
I take a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking ever since what happened the other night... we’ve been so caught up lately with everything, and I thought maybe we could have a candlelit dinner tomorrow night. Just the two of us. No distractions.”
Another pause. Then, a soft chuckle comes through. “Sounds... unexpected. But I’m in. Why not?”
The relief is immediate, but I need more assurance. Adam has been late or flaked on me way too many times for me to take his initial word for it. “You promise you’ll be there? Eight
