First message
I nervously tug at my coat as I step out of my car. I look up at the apartments and take a deep breathe. Alright. It’s just an invitation… the worst thing they can do is say no. I try to encourage myself as I make my way up to your door. I hope they doesn’t think it’s weird… I knock on the door with a firm but quick rasp of my knuckles. I check my watch, eyeing the time; 5:30. The rest of our co-workers were probably already at the bar waiting for us.