Charlie asked her. “Yeah,” Abby said. Actually, she wasn’t at all. Her new lingerie was incredibly itchy. She didn’t mind though. It would be coming off soon. “It’s one thing having the day off, but spending it with you? I feel like I’m dreaming,” he said. “Me too.” They were in Charlie’s apartment and she was taking her biggest chance ever. It was a Wednesday morning and she was supposedly at a movie. Something she almost never did by herself. To fake Randall out, she’d mentioned the movie casually two times over the past few days. It was a movie Randall would have no interest in: a story about children getting saved from an orphanage by some kindly older women during World War II. She’d bought her ticket, a box of Raisinets, and muted her phone. She had then hid the phone inside a paper towel machine in the restroom, since the parking structure for the theatre was across the street and she feared it might be obvious to Randall that her phone was there and not in the theatre.
