I wince as I sit down on the floor and lean back against the bed frame. I swipe in to my phone. But his texts aren’t about last night.
Toby: Morning. Remember, you look stunning in that dress.
Toby: You up? Break a leg today.
Toby: Cara?
Toby: Either you’ve slept in, or you’ve got cold feet.
Toby: That’s okay if you do.
Toby: Should I be worried?
Oh God. I quickly reply to the last one, then add a belated greeting.
Cara: NO!
Cara: Morning.
I blink the sleep out of my eye and focus on the clock in the corner of my phone screen. Quarter after nine. I have an hour and forty-five minutes before I need to be two subway stops away.
I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.
Cara: Slept in. Yes. Fine. Shower now.
Toby: LOL okay
Toby in a nutshell. I’m freaking out, he’s cool as a cucumber.
I need coffee first. Good coffee, and fast. I throw on shoes and grab my wallet. In the hallway, I find a neighbor who I don’t know waiting for the elevator.
He gives me an absent smile. “Been waiting a few minutes,” he says.
Oh no.
I head for the stairs. We’ll call the jog down them further ninja training. For today is the first day of the rest of my bad-ass life, or something like that.
In the lobby, I see a sign on the elevator door.
Out of Service
Would have been nice if they’d put one of those on each floor to let us know. I run outside and down the block to the coffee shop there, only to find another sign, this one more formal.
A Toronto Public Health closure notice, framed in no-go red.
CLOSED
Okay, Universe. I get it. This is karma for trying to trick Nana.
But mycoffee shop, too? How many times have I grabbed a latte here? Am I lucky I’m still alive?
My stomach twists. I could go two more blocks to Starbucks, but the lineup will be insane, and I’m already eating into my shower time.
I trudge back to my building, and up the six flights to my floor again.
Neighbor guy is still standing in front of the elevator.
“It’s out of service,” I mutter before letting myself into my apartment.