Carter texted me on Saturday afternoon

‘Come over tonight’.

In as much as I tried, I couldn't push back the excitement building in me.

I typed back. ‘What time?’.

‘Eight’ he replied

I stood outside his door by 7: 55 and rang the door bell by 8 on the dot.

Carter opened the door and stepped aside without a word and him already walking back inside.

I followed and closed it behind me.

The apartment felt different tonight. Same low lighting, same jazz, but something in the air was off. Carter moved to the kitchen, poured himself a drink, didn't offer me one. I stood near the couch and watched...