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Journey81:Admittedly, I’m not great at small talk, nor am I good at figuring out how to talk to people online. I do better in person. Would you like to get a coffee tomorrow evening?

As soon as I sent the message, I turned around and texted Eva in a panic.

I asked a guy to get coffee tomorrow night, and I’m about to panic.

EVA: Slay the tiny anxiety dragons, sweetheart.

They feel like very big dragons, honey.

EVA: You took a very big step. I know you’re anxious, but just remember… you can always back out. You don’t have to do anything, Logan.

EVA: Do you want to go out and get coffee with him?

I do. I just…

EVA: Uncertain things are stressful, I know. It’ll be okay.

Thank you.

EVA: What did he say?

I don’t know. I closed out the app before he could reply.

EVA: Well, when you’re ready, open the app back up and find out.

Okay.

EVA: And take a few deep breaths, Logan. You’re in complete control here.

The woman was a saint for putting up with me. My anxiety hadn’t been this all over the place in a very long time. It bothered me.

I sat there for a few minutes, focusing on my breathing. My heart slowed in my chest, and the tightness eased up a bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Only then did I open up the app again.

GambitX:I’d like that.

Chapter 29

Logan

WhatdidIdoto quell my nerves? I fixed my sleeves.Three times over.Because that somehow would fix the problem, right?

I stood outside a coffee shop with every intention of walking inside. Eva had given me a pep talk while we got ready, I’d psyched myself up the whole drive across town, and now I wanted to run away.

Was I going too fast? Was this the right time to do this? What if I sucked at dating?I had more questions than I had answers. I hated that.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I rushed to grab it in case it was Chad. A message from Eva lit up my screen.

EVA: Stop fretting on the sidewalk and go inside.

How do you know?

EVA: Because I know you.

EVA: Now, go. You’ve got this. Be a sexy badass and show Chad how lucky he is that you’re going on this date with him.

Thank you.

I didn’t quite believe her—I didn’t feel like a badass. Running a hand through my hair, I took a steadying deep breath. People were nervous before dates all the time. This was normal. Nerves were normal. There was nothing remotely wrong with me for having them.