@samharden
Winnie knew that inviting Sam over was a bad idea. He was better to be left in the past. She had deleted his number for a reason, and coming out of rehab, she had been trying to put certain people behind her. She had to, really, to cut some negativity out of her life. She certainly didn’t expect him to text her. After all, she was fairly sure Sam’s attention span flickered faster than anyone could ever get their baring around him. She, at least, had never known where she had stood with him. He had already disappeared on her once - she figured that he would’ve been bored enough that he didn’t even realize she had been missing. And now she had to just play it off like it wasn’t a big deal.
Regardless, it was too late. She had said he could come over and sent him her address, and presumably, he was on his way. She was anxious just thinking about it, and that restless, uncomfortable feeling only grew as Winnie waited for the male to show up. Finally, she heard the ringing of the buzzer, slowly moving over to her intercom to buzz him up, and waiting by the front door till she heard a knock. She swung open the door to reveal the light, bright apartment she had moved into for her fresh start, that wasn’t supposed to include ex-boyfriends popping back up. Though that seemed to be the theme of the month. “Hey,” she said, greeting Sam with an overly bright smile. “Found the place ok?” she asked, despite the fact that he obviously had.