O.B. slowly opened his eyes. He felt disoriented. Then he remembered he wasn’t at home.
“Hm,” he mumbled. I’m at Avery’s. The thought made him happy. He turned over and reached for the man. The bed next to him was empty.
He sat up. Coco was curled up at the foot of the bed. She raised her head, got up, and stretched a long, leisurely cat stretch. She then jumped lightly to the floor and walked out the door, her tail held high, the tip twitching. O.B. smiled, got up, and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He slipped on his briefs and wandered out of the bedroom.
The apartment was quiet. He made his way into the kitchen and looked around. There was a note on the table.
O.B.,
Sorry I had to get up and run. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Besides
