She was an idiot. It was the only excuse she had for standing off to the side of Albert's apartment door, practicing exactly what she would say at the crack of dawn.
After what happened with Delano, yesterday, her gut clenched at the possibility of being unwelcomed at Albert's.
What the hell am I doing? She thought. Her eyes snapped shut, and her palm landed against her forehead with a light slap.
She felt stupid and desperate and resentful all at once. Shaking her head, she began to pace, licked her lips, and let out a barely-there, "Okay. You can do this. No pain, no gain." Her anxious stomach turned, and she swallowed hard, then whispered to herself, "Hi. Hello, babe."
