Catriona stared at the number scrawled across the post-it note and clicked her tongue. Rather than creating a new contact in her phone, the redhead pinned the post-it to her wall above her desk when she moved into her new place. At first, Cat told herself she hadn't contacted Kidd because of moving. Hey, maybe it was true. After all, moving out of your parents' house into a place of your own for the first time was a huge step and required a lot of attention.
Then a few more weeks passed by and still she hadn't reached out. Perhaps she was a little nervous to put herself out there. A little uncertain. Maybe she was still thinking about someone else.
But, Cat took a courageous breath in, then out. Entered the contact in her phone. Wrote a message:
Hey Kidd! It's Cat, from the record store. Sorry, it took me so long to reach out - was in the middle of a move. How are you doing?
Stared at it.
Sat her phone down and stood up from her seat at the kitchen table. Paced back and forth a little. Spoke to her cat, Kit, who offered a lackadaisical 'mrow' before falling back asleep.
Okay, she could do this. Catriona picked her phone up and hit send, wincing a little as the message went through.