I looked outside the window and saw that we were approaching the Brooklyn bridge. It was only a matter of a few more minutes before I was at Maddy's apartement.
°Don't you mean your apartment?° The voice in my head reminded me and I berated myself.
Of course, I meant my apartment.
A while later, I finally arrived.
I rang the doorbell. Once. Twice. Thrice. And kept ringing it until Maddy finally opened at my fifth attempt.
She pulled the door open with an angry look on her face. It seemed like she was about to launch into a string of abuses before she saw that it was me.
My eyes widened when I saw a saucepan in her hand, ready to throw at the person who was going to be behind the door when she opened— me.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She screamed. She was standing up with the help of a crutch with her plastered leg hanging slightly above the ground. "I was going to hit you!"
