ASHER
I paced around my room and honestly I was this close to losing it completely.
The floor was gone, I couldn't see it anymore because every single thing I owned was either on the bed or on the chair or on the floor in the exact spot where I had thrown it after holding it up for three seconds and going absolutely not. My wardrobe was hanging open, half empty and judging me silently from across the room.
Reed's text was still open on my phone.
7PM. Wear something nice. I'll come to your room.
Something nice.
I had been staring at those two words for two hours. What did nice mean? Nice like formal? Nice like casual but elevated? Nice like whatever normal people who had been on actual dates before just automatically knew without having to think about it?
Because I didn't know.
