Lucas approached Toby’s apartment door, his jaw tight. Something was up with Toby and he intended to find out. Toby had left the bistro without so much as a goodbye and then he’d gotten a voice mail from him saying he didn’t feel well and wasn’t going to work so Lucas didn’t need to pick him up. Lucas had tried calling Toby since with no answer.
He rapped on the door. “Toby, open the door.”
Nothing.
“Toby, come on. I want to talk to you.”
After a few more minutes, the door creaked open and a small sliver of Toby appeared. “Lucas?”
“I want to come in.”
“I’m…I’m contagious.”
“Sweetheart, let me in. Please.”
Toby sighed. “I guess it has to happen sooner or later.” He opened the door and stood aside. He was dressed in old ratty jeans and a sweatshirt.
“Are you really not feeling well?
