||*ARIEL*||
I rubbed my palms together nervously, taking in deep breaths before raising my hand to knock on Trevor's door. It seemed he had been waiting for a sign, because the door swung open after the second knock. Before me stood Trevor, wearing a blue plaid button-down shirt tucked into black or gray jeans. I couldn't tell the colour quite well, if it was gray or a faded black, even the shirt he wore seemed to be losing its color. It's even more surprising to see him dressed so formally, when I am used to seeing him in T-shirts.
"Are you ready?" I asked and Trevor nodded. I could see the anxiety rolling off him in heat waves and I can't even blame him. I was nervous myself, and it was hard looking him in the eye now that I remember everything.
"Okay, Desha is waiting, we should go.
