I pause, waiting for her disbelief to filter through in her tone. “Just tell me you didn't delete it, I’ll be so mad.” Even over Facetime I can see she is completely convinced I deleted it. “Honestly, no text, no one ringing my doorbell, nothing. I swear!” I grit my teeth, hating that I actually feel let down by the fact I wasn't invited for an orgy with singles from the city. I just pray she doesn't see the disappointment on me. “Really? Well, this sucks, Han. I was really hoping you would hear something by now. I wanna know about the all-night orgies the swingers have. It felt like being part of a naughty secret.” She sighs, clearly frustrated. I don't want her to know I am. “I’m going to just throw the card in the garbage unless you want to give it back to Jenny and tell her thanks for trying.” She shakes her head. “I’m coming over. We’re going out.” Her sentence is almost cut off because she hangs up so quickly. I don't change or even attempt getting ready.
