Travelling across town took the better part of twenty minutes, but every traffic jam he snuck up the side of made Much feel he had made the right decision. He locked his bike crookedly in Marcie’s building’s parking garage and messaged her that he was only a minute away now, then raced up the stairs to her apartment.
He planted himself directly in front of the peephole after he knocked, stomach rolling with alarm about what he was going to find on the other side of that door.