Avery
The smell of coffee filled the elevator as we descended towards a destination unknown. The takeout cups in Erik’s hand were calling to my caffeine-deprived body like a siren calling to a sailor.
When Erik invited me on a date this morning, I wondered if aliens had taken over his body. After all the relentless onslaughts since we arrived in the UK, my body felt like it’d been hit by a truck. My adrenal glands were running on empty, and I needed to compensate with caffeine and something sugary. The idea of a date seemed out of left field. He seemed so excited, though, and assured me we wouldn’t be leaving his lair, as he called it.
The car stopped at floor six, and anticipation threaded through me. When did I last go on a date? Kai. That thought chased the excitement away. Did Erik
