Ever since I sent this email, my nerves have been all irked up because Evangeline hasn’t texted, emailed or even called me for the past three days. Needless to say, I’m getting worried. It’s not like her to not respond within two days, and I don’t want to sound like a creep, but I would’ve driven straight to Liverpool if it weren’t for my inner battle. Even though the greater part inside of me is encouraging me to hire a private jet to Liverpool, there’s some other part asking me to be patient because if I go there and she’s fine, I will really look creepy and overprotective, and we’re not even dating yet. She’s fine. I won’t lie and say that my heart doesn’t race at the sound of my doorbell ringing or that emotions don’t drown me whenever my cellphone rings because they do. Whenever there’s someone on the door, my heart starts beating a little over the norm at the thought that that someone at the door might be her. That’s how much control she has over me, and it didn’t matter whether she was Evelyn or Evangeline because for me, she’ll always be the same Evie I fell in love with. The doorbell rings, throwing my heart off guard. Slowly, I walk towards the front door, twist the door knob and open it. Any excitement that was uprising inside of me instantly dims, and I fight the disappointment overtaking my features at the sight of the Papa John’s delivery man standing with the chicken ranch pizza box in his hands. “Hello, sir.” The middle-aged man greets me, earning a slight nod from me. I take the pizza from him as I ask, “How much does it cost?” “Twenty pounds, sir.” After paying him, I tell him to keep the change and make my way back to the dining table. I open the cardboard box and become instantly hit with the familiar mouthwatering aroma, begging me to take a bite. As I was about to sink my teeth in its crust, my phone lights up, alerting me that a text has been delivered. I let go of the pizza slice I cut and pull my phone from the table with my other hand, secretly praying it was Evangeline. Adrien: I’m not feeling well, Adam. Adam: Everything okay? Adrien: Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just some fever; can we postpone this hangout to tomorrow night? I’m really sorry man; it’s just I can’t even leave the bed. Adam: No, it’s okay; don’t worry about it. Do you want me to come over? Adrien: No, it’s fine. Mom’s handling it pretty well. Adam: Okay, I hope you feel well soon. Adrien: Yeah, I hope so too. I let go of the phone, placing it back on the dining table. Before I get the chance to take the pizza slice I previously cut and eat it, a soft knock to the door stops me. ‘Now what?’ I huff out a frustrated breath as the thought enters through my mind. I hate this. I hate how every time a knock sounds on the door or the doorbell rings I’m hit with false hope. “Yes?” I yell out in irritation as I swing the door open. “Hi.” A soft melodic voice, that I missed hearing so much, says. It’s then that I have to do a double take to make sure that I’m not hallucinating. My heart beats level up at the sight that I’m met with. Right in front of me, the same familiar face, that I’ve grown accustomed to falling in love with over and over again, stands. The straight long blond hair that used to reach her mid back is now a little bit less straight and a little bit more wavy; the dark chocolate brown eyes I missed melting into are glinting with a sudden new brightness in them, and her full plum lips were stretched into a beaming smile, showing off her full set of spotless white teeth. She is wearing a black beanie, a white scarf along with a
