Ah! Sorry, I meant to message you sooner. My phone died and I’ve been occupied. Oh, and the date was terrible.
I smile at the screen. A thousand pounds are lifted off my chest and I feel like I can breathe again.
What’s got you so occupied?
My apartment burned down.
I sit up quickly, unsure if this is a joke or not.
What the fuck? Are you serious?
Yep.
Shit. Are you ok?
No. My life is falling apart. Nothing is going right for me. I spent the last hour crying.
STEEL WEST
Where are you right now? Are you safe?
I’m fine. I’m just being dramatic.
You’re not being dramatic. Please tell me where you are. Let me help you.
We’re not meeting under these circumstances. I’m at the lowest point of my life. It’s embarrassing.
I don’t care about any of that stuff. I don’t want you alone right now. At least give me your phone number so we can talk.
I’m not alone. I’m staying with a friend.
You are so stubborn. I wish you would let me help you.
JORDAN HART
You can help by distracting me. How was your night?
Amazing night. I got an invitation to my brother’s wedding.
Oh, damn. What are you going to do? Also, good job at distracting.
I deleted the invitation from my inbox. You know what, the situation with my brother doesn’t compare to how worried I am about you.
Seriously, I’m fine. Please continue distracting me.
So, this guy you went on a date with… Nothing I have to be jealous about?
Absolutely not.
STEEL WEST
Too bad. I’m fucking jealous. He knows what you look like. He knows what your voice sounds like. But I don’t. Explain why my girl was on a date with a guy who wasn’t me.
I can’t. It’s a really embarrassing situation.
Nothing can be more embarrassing than your fiancée leaving you for your brother. I’m not judging.
Our back-and-forth fast conversation comes to a stop while I wait for her response. Two minutes pass and there’s still no reply from Jordan. I type another message, encouraging her to share the story of this date, but before I can hit send, I’m interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door.