It was Friday before Trevor found the courage to turn left instead of right in the stairwell, heading up towards Zack’s floor after work. “Wrong way,” one of the other CSRs called after him, but he waved the words aside and kept going. He had toyed with the idea of calling first but didn’t—if he wasn’t the only one this guy invited upstairs, he wanted to know now, before they went any further. Besides, if he just showed up without warning, then maybe Zack would already have other plans and they’d just walk out together, exchange numbers, make a date. Ever since he decided during his lunch cigarette break that he had to see Zack again, tonight, Trevor couldn’t stop dwelling on what might happen. Would Zack remember him?
Of course, his mind whispered.
Would he brush Trevor off, say he ha
