It was completely crazy, but I already missed him. Part of me wanted to call him and switch the interview back to tomorrow. I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t want to come off any more flaky than I must have already seemed, and I had things to face. A door from the stairwell opened, and a guy appeared. I felt my stomach lurch a little, my nerves on edge. Was this what my life was going to be like now? Jumping at every little thing? Not being able to relax, even for a moment? “There you are,” said Kishani. She was dressed in pink pajamas, and had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wasn’t wearing make up and her eyes were bleary. She looked like she had just got up. “Wasn’t last night amazing,” she said. “And what about that house? Oh my God. He should get it on Cribs. Guess you have to be famous for that, huh?” I really wanted her to stop talking. I didn’t want to just blurt out what had happened here in the lobby with people around.
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