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Reed: What’s going on?
He replied in typical Tate fashion.
Tate: Just get your sexy ass over here.
How could I say no to that?
So, I drove out of our neighborhood and headed for the highway, southbound.
When I exited the traffic gridlock a half hour later, I drove along Sierra boulevard. The area started to feel a bit more familiar to me. Too bad I couldn’t recall exactly why.
This was the older, industrial section of LA, where former warehouses were now being converted to condos. I’m sure one day it would be filled with bustling restaurants and coffee shops, but for now, it was pretty much a construction zone.
Once I spotted the building with the correct address, I parked on the street and got out. Looking up at the warehouse, I noticed there was a sign that indicated it was set to be redeveloped. Maybe Tate wanted to buy in? I was curious since he didn’t mention that he wanted to buy an investment property.
Besides, we’d already discussed it, and our first purchase together was going to be an apartment in Europe, some place where we could escape the chaos of our LA life.
A flicker of déjà vu echoed in my brain as I walked up the stairs and opened the front door.
Oddly enough, I heard music. Or was that my imagination?
Then I glanced at the exposed brick walls and the wide-plank wood floors.
The dimly lit hallway.
The flashback hit me fast and hard.
This was the building that Charlene rented once upon a time for her auditions.
The place where I’d first met Tate.
Then I glanced at my phone again and realized what day it was. The date and time, it was the same.
I began to tremble, but I kept walking, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out the music.
And yes, there was music.
The song was a decade old, but I knew all the words by heart. Tate had teased me relentlessly about the fact that I used to sing it, off-key, in the shower, in that apartment we first shared.
By the time I finally entered the last room on the right, the audition room, I was shaking all over.
Tate was sitting in the same exact chair Charlene used, with a camera set up and everything.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
“Do you remember this place?”
“Not until I stepped foot inside it again, but yes. I do. Of course, I do. It’s where we met.”
Tate got up and slowly walked towards me.
“I came out of that audition, pumped up but so fucking nervous,” he admitted as he licked his lips. “And there you were, standing in the hallway, chatting up those guys, all relaxed and easy.”
I wasn’t relaxed. Not when I spotted Tate.
I remembered the swarm of butterflies that sat in my stomach.
They’d taken flight that day and hadn’t settled since.
