Game Face
Nov 4 · 9 min read

The text message came at 11 am that Saturday and simple read “fine.”
I didn’t really know what to do with myself, and so I set upon the only thing I could think of. I cleaned my apartment.
My place was small, a studio, and I tried to kept it relatively spotless, but she was actually coming over, she was actually going to do it, so I needed everything to be perfect. I washed the few dishes I had, made my bed, scrubbed…

