This was to be expected. It shouldn’t surprise her that it was Thursday and she still hadn’t seen nor heard from Abel since the night after they got back from their trip—almost a week ago. He was in training hell, and then he’d gone to New York for a few of those days. It was a trip she’d been invited to, only she didn’t realize that not going would mean not hearing from him either. Even a text or two letting her know he’d been thinking about her like she’d been thinking about him all this time would’ve been nice. But she knew this relationship was different than most. Just because it felt as if things had changed in San Francisco didn’t mean he’d suddenly start behaving like a real boyfriend who checked in on a daily basis. Even still, she’d given in a few days prior and texted him to ask how New York was. His single response, hours later, was “good.” She hadn’t bothered texting him back, and he hadn’t bothered to ask her how she was doing, so it was the only word she’d heard from him since then.
