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My phone buzzed in my pocket. Taking it out, I checked the glowing screen.
“Luke?” I answered.
“Where are you right now?” his worried voice came through the phone.
“I’m home.”
“With Corey and Caleb?”
“No. I’m in my apartment.”
A relieved sigh escaped him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You have no idea how worried I’ve been since I couldn’t find you at the café this evening. The manager said you took an early leave.”
“Yeah,” I said, cradling the phone between my shoulder and ear while my other hand closed the lid of the aloe tub. “I needed to get out of there.”
“I understand,” he said in a grim tone. “By the way, I was wondering about something. If you don’t like the idea of seeing me outside of school, please just let me know. I don’t want to impose on you.”
I wondered what he was talking about. “What is it?” I asked. “What are you hesitating about?”
“Err...”
“Luke?”
“Here’s the thing,” he said, still hesitating. “I asked Wyatt where you lived. He gave me your address and I’m kind of standing outside your building like a creeper.”
“What?! You’re here?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nervous chuckle.
I jumped to my feet and hurriedly donned a loose robe over my PJs before running out of my apartment with my phone. My feet descended the staircase until I reached the ground floor lobby.
Luke stood near the entrance, looking nervous as hell. A smile came on my lips when I spotted a pizza box in his hands.
“Hey!” I called.
Luke turned toward me and a look of relief crossed his handsome face.
“Do you mind me being here?” he asked in a hesitating tone.
“Of course, not,” I said. “Come on. Let’s not get that pizza cold.”
He smiled, following me down the lobby to reach the staircase. I felt kind of relieved to have him here. Without my roommate, it felt kind of lonely to be by myself tonight. I was glad Luke came to give me some company.
Reaching my apartment, I opened the door and let him in.
A sliver of embarrassment flashed through me. Luke’s home was as luxurious as Noah’s. I wondered if his attitude toward me would change if he knew how poor I really was.
I watched him carefully.
Luke looked around the tiny living room that also functioned as a dining area. His gaze took in the photos taped to one of the walls. They were a jumble of memories made by both me and my roommate.
“Do you share the place with someone?” he asked after a while.
“Yeah. I live with an Arts major.” Gesturing toward the couch in the corner, I added, “Take a seat and tell me what you want to drink. I’ve got beer, orange juice, and coke.”
“Coke goes best with pizza,” he said, sitting down on the couch. Placing the pizza box on the coffee table before him, he opened the lid.
The smell of baked cheese and sauce wafted into my nostrils at once. My stomach groaned audibly.
