—@caydenbergsman
Her eyes had been staring down at her phone for the last hour before she got the courage to dial his number. Effort never really something she had to put into friendships until she came across Cayden. One ring in, she hung up with courage deflating in her chest. ‘Fuck, just dial it.’ Her teeth buried themselves within her bottom lip, contemplating whether or not a text would suffice.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
‘ My apartment? Thirty minutes? I have a blood bag! ’ Her thumb tapped against the send key before she could overthink her wording, her offer to get him to come over. Her text mirroring the confirmed send back into her eyes. All she wanted was to thank him; to show a little effort on her end when it came to whatever they were — Acquaintance? Friends? She paced the entire square footage of her apartment, refusing to sit as she waited a response.