I ran back into Brandy’s apartment. My spirits dampened slightly, knowing that Brandy would probably still be mad at me and whatever I said to Ashley didn’t make her feel any better. I walked in and Brandy was sitting on the couch looking impatient. I was tired, so I tapped her on the shoulder.
She looked up at me, her expression blank.

“Hey, Brandy, I am sorta tired. I gotta sleep on the couch like you said, so can you get up so I can sleep?” I asked.
“Why would you sleep on the couch?” She asked.
“Cause you told me to.”
“You mean, Ashley didn’t call you?”
“No.”
“Sit down.”
“Why?”
“Sit.”
“K.”
Brandy gave me an intense look in the eye, but her voice remained calm.
“Ashley thinks it was really sweet of you.”
“Really?”
“She was almost in tears.”
“Does that mean I don’t have to sleep on the couch?”
“It means a little more than that.”
Brandy smiled and leaned forward.
How is this happening?!

Before I knew it, it was morning, and I realized that I had the best ( and most confusing) time the last few years.