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I shake my head, and glancing up and down the street, I quickly cross to the other side before I take the steps down to the subway.
Even though it’s two-thirty in the morning, there are still people around. Everyone looks tired, and it makes the atmosphere somber.
It takes another forty-five minutes before I reach my apartment, and knowing the window by the fire escape is nailed shut, I have no choice but to wake up Tyrone.
I head into the building, and as I take the stairs up, I dial Tyrone’s number.
His tone is groggy with sleep as he answers, “What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. My bag was stolen, and I can’t get into my apartment. Can I crash on your couch?”
“Of course.”
Just as I reach the third floor, Tyrone’s front door opens, and I walk inside. I wait for him to lock behind us before I move closer and plant my head against his chest while wrapping my arms around him.
“I need a hug,” I mutter as tears threaten to overwhelm me.
I’m so tired.
Tyrone rubs a comforting hand up and down my back for a while before he says, “Get some sleep, baby girl. When the hardware store opens, I’ll get a new lock for your door and change it.”
Pulling away, I force a smile to my face. “Thanks, Tyrone. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
A fatherly smile curves his lips up. “Luckily for you, you’ll never have to find out. I plan on sticking around for a long time.”
“You better.”
I walk to the couch and kick off my sneakers before lying down. A few seconds later, Tyrone places two blankets over me.
He presses a kiss to the side of my head, then murmurs, “Get some sleep.”
When he walks back to his bedroom, I say, “Tyrone.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“Love you too, baby girl.”
When I see Yukhaejang, the restaurant where I’m meeting Dario, I stop walking.
I glance up and down the street for the R8 I’ve seen him drive, but the car isn’t parked anywhere.
Pulling my phone out, I check the time. It’s almost six, but there’s no way I’m going into the restaurant only to be stood up.
I wait a few minutes, and when six comes and goes and there’s no sign of Dario’s car, a weird feeling sinks into my stomach.
I walk closer to the restaurant, and just to be sure he’s not here, I glance through the window.
When I don’t see Dario, I realize how much I was looking forward to the date.
Ugh. I even put on a skirt and stockings for the man. The heels on my feet are uncomfortable, and it makes me feel angry that I went through all this trouble to look pretty for the date.
Turning around, I walk back in the direction of the subway while sending him a text.
Eden: You could’ve saved me the trouble and just canceled instead of standing me up.
I’m surprised when I see him read the message immediately, and I stop walking.
