I hadn’t seen him on my ride home, although I’d felt him close by. I’d had to continually remind myself as I’d driven to keep my eyes on the road rather than glancing in the rearview mirror for sight of fur. The knock on my door nearly had me seeing stars. I’d turned so fast that I had to pause for a minute until the clouds of gray moved from in front of my eyes. I walked to the door as fast as my jittery, yet strong and determined, legs could carry me. After throwing open the door, he stood at my threshold like a deer in headlights. He looked at me briefly, but then past me as if my living room were filled with some beast that would attack him. The idea of it brought yet another smile to my face. With a light voice, I beckoned him, “Please come in. I won’t bite. Well, at least not until you ask me to nicely.” My laugh, though obviously a smidge nervous still, brought a smirk to his face as well. Back in simple jeans and a t-shirt, he stepped into my apartment.
