Chapitre 12: Chapter 12: Restart

A tremor consumes my body. It’s a subtle vibration like I drank a very strong coffee with way too much caffeine. I keep readjusting the jean skirt I’m wearing and hoping the shirt I’m wearing, a very pale bubblegum pink which hangs on the tops of my shoulders, isn’t too much.

Am I trying too hard?

Probably.

I go back to my closet but stop before I can open the door.

I’m procrastinating. This is something I usually do when I’m not sure what to do next or don’t know how to prepare for an interaction. I keep procrastinating until the last possible moment.

I refuse to let that happen now. Each second I wait and hesitate is another second I could use to talk to Felix.

He doesn’t know I’m coming to the café and, if I let myself be completely honest, I really do not know if he wants me there or if replying via direct message is the best way to go. The only problem is that I want to see him, even if he doesn’t want to see me.