*Elio*
I rubbed my forehead, the developing headache only worsening as I moved like a slug to get ready. After my last-minute warehouse trip, it was almost morning by the time I got back, giving me less than three hours of sleep. I should’ve expected the headache, my brain not cooperating today.
I set my phone down on the coffee table after my text to Cat, not sure if she was still in class or not but willing to wait if she was. I went through the motions, my mind on other things as I got into my shoes. I was barely paying attention, waiting for her to call back.
I had just shrugged on my jacket, dressed in my least favorite suit that I had plucked from the closet at random and had been too lazy to change. I was getting ready to go out when my phone rang with Cat’s ringtone. My favorite picture of her appeared on the screen, mid-laugh with her nose scrunched up. She hated that picture, but I loved it. It showed her how I saw her every day.
Beautiful.
