I'M WHIPPED!

DREW.

I shoved my car keys into the pocket of my joggers, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. As I gazed up at Maya's apartment building, a flutter of nervousness settled in my stomach. I'd been here a handful of times before – once when we helped her move in, and a few other occasions when Mom asked me to drop off meals or other essentials. But this time felt different. This time, I was here to see her, and only her, after we'd both confessed our feelings for each other.

My eyes drifted to the bag of goodies I'd picked up on my way here, hoping Maya would appreciate the thoughtful gesture. In my excitement, I'd grabbed a random assortment of treats, including the mango-flavored gummies I'd seen her enjoy on more than one occasion. Now, as I stood outside her building, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd made the right choice.