Two days later was the last day of Fashion Week. Andi went to dinner with her four friends. When she came home, the apartment was dark, and empty. She figured Don was working late so she changed into pajamas and slid into bed.
The next morning the apartment was still empty. Don wasn't lying next to her or anywhere in the apartment. She was a little annoyed that he hadn't called her to even say he was working late. It was Sunday, but Andi needed to get some work done, things she had neglected over the past couple days. She showered and put on some warm clothes to head back out into the cold weather. Before she left the apartment she pulled on a pair of boots and her jacket. Down on the sidewalk she dialed Don's cell phone. The call went straight to voicemail, something that rarely happened. She left a short message then headed to her car.
Don walked into the precinct and headed straight to the locker room. He didn't notice Danny, who was looking right at him as he hurried past. In the locker room, Don opened his locker and started to change his shirt.
"Hey," Danny greeted then sat on the bench. "What's going on? You practically ran in here."
"Nothing, man, I'm fine."
"There's something going on, you're wearing the same clothes you had on last night when I left you at the bar."
Don pulled his shirt off and threw it in his locker. He pulled off his watch then emptied his pockets as well. Finally, he stopped and sat down. "I did something, Danny, something really bad."
"What are you talking about?"
Don hung his head and cupped his face with his hands.
"Wait did something happen with that girl who kept flirting with you last night?"
Don just looked at Danny.
Around lunchtime Andi's phone rang. It was Don. He asked her to meet him in Central Park for lunch and told her he needed to talk to her about something important. When she tried to inquire about what was going on he just said they would talk when they met.
As Andi approached the spot where Don asked to meet him, she saw him crumple up a wrapper then throw it away. She smiled as she approached.
"You ate without me?" she asked.
"Sorry, I was pretty hungry."
"No, it's ok." She stood up to kiss his cheek and noticed his bleak response. "So, you wanted to talk."
"Yeah, can we walk?"
"Of course," she responded with a smile.
Don still didn't reflect her smile. They started down the sidewalk and she tried to hold his hand but he didn't let her.
Andi could tell that whatever was going on was more serious than he let on and that she thought. She followed him to a bench off the path. He sat first and she did the same. "Don, what's going on? You seem really upset about something."
"I, uh, I did something Andi," he started.
"Ok, what happened?"
"Last night Danny and I went out for a few drinks. I drank a lot. I don't know why; I was having a good time and I just kept drinking. Danny left me around midnight. There was this girl," he could see her attention suddenly peak and she looked at him intently. "I don't know what happened exactly. She was coming onto me, and then the next thing I remember I wake up this morning in her bed."
Her eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head then stood. She walked away from Don as he still sat on the bench.
"Andi," he called after her. "Andrea!" he grabbed her arm as he caught up to her.
"What, Don, what do you want me to say?"
"Just something."
She looked at him with sad eyes. "You can get your stuff out of the apartment today." She started to walk away from him again.
"Andrea, please can't we talk about this."
"No, Don, I don't want to talk. You messed up."
That night Don brought his bags with him to Danny's apartment. He knocked on the door. When Danny answered, he shook his head at Don. He knew without even saying that Andi had kicked him out for what he had done.
"I take it she was pretty mad," Danny commented as he lead Don into the apartment.
"Come on, man, don't start." Don set his bags down on the floor in the living room. "I feel like such an idiot."
"You should, you really messed up."
"You think I don't know that?" Don plopped down on the couch. "I can't believe I did this. I didn't want to hurt Andi."
"I know man. I know you love her."