You have got to be kidding me, Toby thought to himself as he awoke to the sound of a headboard banging against the wall coming from the apartment next to his. From what Toby could tell his neighbours loved morning sex. That, their not-so-sturdy furniture, and the extremely thin walls had forced him to get used to being woken up in the early hours of the morning by two people who always seemed to be having a better morning than he.
But this was the first time he was hearing them go at it in the middle of the afternoon. Those damn lucky bastards. Not important, he thought to himself. He had a date to get ready for. This was it. It was finally happening. He'd known it was just a matter of time but now that it was here he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. And had he ever been this nervous before in his life? That alprazolam should've kicked in by now and eased his nerves some.
Heading for the shower he saw his phone flashing on the counter, indicating a missed call or message. Three missed calls and a dozen texts from Happy. His heart started to beat a little faster with worry. Had something happened? Was she okay? His heart dropped out of his chest when he finally noticed the date and time on his phone. No. He couldn't have. No way. His heart was racing a mile a minute now and his breaths were quick and shallow. He had slept through their date. He'd stood up the woman he loved. He felt like he was going to be sick.
He stood there frozen for a few moments not sure what to do. Call her and apologize? Apologies wouldn't work. He'd ruined it. She'd be pissed and she'd have every right to be. How could he have let this happen? Things were finally starting go his way. And he'd managed to screw it up again just like he always did. But no, this time was different. She was different. He wasn't just going to accept this failure. He'd do whatever he had to in order to make this right. He was not giving up.
Grabbing his laptop he searched, singing telegrams, LA.