#Chapter 123: Blank Space

I tug at the pleated skirt clinging to my waist. Other than my first date with Jack, I can't remember the last time I've worn anything so remotely girly. Of course, I had to quash some of the femininity by throwing on a faded Taylor Swift tee over it, along with my white Keds. I re-tuck the shirt and bat away the feelings of self-consciousness. Hannah is taking care of the kids this afternoon so I can accomplish two major goals: 1. Job. (The credit card debt is bordering on an existential crisis at this point.) 2. Kadeem. I yank at the skirt again and head into the health club lobby. I'm slightly tipsy, I'm not going to lie, but it's fine. The freckly, red-haired man I saw the last time I was here is trying to multitask - busy on the phone and checking someone in simultaneously. Good! I should be able to slip by unnoticed. I do my best not to draw any attention to myself while dodging past him, keeping my head down and attempting to act nonchalant. Just when I think