Ricky inhaled deeply, as he warped his fingers tight around the cup of coffee in his hand. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he exhaled slowly through parted lips,trying to calm himself.
He was stunned this morning when Sandy actually picked up his call, and even more shocked when she had agreed to meet him up for lunch without hesitation or excuses.
Although she had later called to pushed the time from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m., saying she had to take care of something quickly, but now she was ready to talk.
Ricky had said yes in a heartbeat, though he winced afterward at his own desperation. Still, he couldn't help it.
His mind had been spiraling out of control since she walked out of his home without so much as a goodbye. Leaving her clothes at his place.
He had woken that morning to the cold embrace of an empty bed, and to make matters worse she wasn't returning or taking any of his call, leading him straight to voicemail.
