Twelve: Worked out

Shanice

Walking into Aiden's street in the late evening, I heaved out a sigh of tiredness. 

Life was a definition of "stress" to me. I had hardly had time for myself or even my family. All I did was to work from morning till night, or go on one errand or another. I hadn't even seen Aiden in a few days. I only hoped he wasn't going to be annoyed as usual. And most especially, I hoped he was at his place and not his dad's. He didn't give me any information on his location. 

In a really short while, I got to his apartment and halted at his door before knocking on it. I inhaled and checked myself really well. I didn't want my boyfriend to think he had a low class and dumb girlfriend when it came to dressing up. 

After a thorough check on myself, I pressed the doorbell and patiently waited for him to respond, tugging my bag against my arm in a little nervousness.