"I want to meet Jake."
My last words to Ivy rang in my ears as I parked my car. I had left class early because I was nervous. Her reply to me was simple.
"Okay."
And that was it. She hang up. I was not sure whether she was upset with me, or whether the 'okay' was sarcastic. So here I was, waiting for her at the café 20 minutes early.
Every time the tiny bells at the door rang when someone walked in, I craned my neck to see whether it was her. And each time, I was massively disappointed.
She was 15 minutes late, and I was hesitant to text her. I had reached my limit with how much I could push her to open up.
Cling! Cling! Cling!
I reflexively turned and locked eyes with Ivy. Acid rose in my stomach. She looked different, there was chaos in her eyes.
"Hi, sorry I'm late," she said tight-lipped, taking the seat across from me.
"No worries, I just arrived," I lied.
