Oct 7, 2016
pizzannibals
Alan stared at his phone at those last seven letters his friend sent him. Inwardly he couldn’t decide if he should leave his door unlocked or just leave it (due to him locking it after the pizza guy left out of reflex) since Claire probably brought her own key. Why did she still have a key? Whatever. Besides the door, how else could he have “prepared” for her? The pizza was here. Soda was in the fridge to keep it cool. The TV was on. He could probably prepare a glass of water if she actually did run -- despite him saying she shouldn’t; he couldn’t imagine the possible consequences of that happening. He at least hoped she didn’t run up the three flights it took to get to his place.