When he got home, Angie wasn’t there.
Gray shouldered his way into his current apartment for what was most likely going to be one of the last few nights, expecting to find her waiting for him on the sofa. But she wasn’t there, and he realized why when he found the note stuck to the refrigerator with a slap magnet.
Had to work tonight. Sorry I wasn’t here when you got home. Saw you on the network, you handsome man. We’ll celebrate in the next few days.
And then, underneath that in big red letters,
I’m so proud of you!
She had signed the note ‘Angie’ with a little heart over the letter ‘i’ and that charmed him in ways that it really probably shouldn’t, given his hatred of things over-cutesy. But it was Angie , so she really could do no wrong. And the note smelled so good! She must have been carrying it around on her, or had the paper in her pocket, because it smelled so much like her - ah, well, he thought as his irritation dissolved entirely, I guess I can’t be too disappointed. After all, he’d see her in a day or so. But as he made a takeout call to the Chinese place down the street and sat down on the couch with a bottle of Corona, he found his thoughts tracking toward the club and her dancing on that stage again. With people around her, leering at her. Wanting her.