Wicked Games

By the time my flight landed in New York, I had talked myself into believing that I was just here to look at an apartment. I had talked myself into believing that I wasn't excited to see Seth. My confidence was all built on a lie but it was one I had told myself enough that even I was starting to believe it.

Flying wasn't bothering me anymore and I found my bags without too much grief. Seth had told me he would have a car waiting for me, I would have rather have taken a cab but I was kinda glad to see my name on a sign when I exited. Handing my bags to the driver I hopped in the back almost feeling like a kid. I mean in my opinion I should be sitting up front, not in the back.

The car took off and I looked out the window, it wasn't raining but the sun wasn't out either. It was just an overcast day that left you wondering what it would do. Traffic was backed up but it didn't bother me. I was in no hurry to face Seth. I imagined all the conversations I would have with him