After sprinting to my apartment, I killed time picking up dirty socks, filling my dishwasher with the wreckage in the sink, organizing my refrigerator, and sorting the industry journals piled on my kitchen table. I spent weeks believing I was a pervy creeper who leered at his young apprentice, and her admission in the bathroom felt like absolution. I wanted to celebrate the removal of my creeper status, and I wanted that party in my bed with Andy. My pulse pounded against my temple while the minutes ticked by, and I glared at my phone as I begged for some confirmation Andy received the texts with my address and door code. More than an hour passed before I flopped to the sofa, dejected and doubly miserable. I was fast-forwarding through the most recent Premier League games and devising a plan to transfer Andy to Matt’s projects and bring Riley back onto my projects when her chime sounded from my phone. 00:47 Andy: I once heard someone say that if something is equal parts amazing and terrifying, you should always pursue it.
