Did she really like my company? Other questions came to mind and my social insecurities made themselves known to be present at the moment. That wasn't...good. Fortunately after 40 minutes I was able to go to the kitchen. This provided a temporary reprieve from the insecurity but mainly it was because the Delissio pizza I put in the oven was done. Contemplating what it meant to be feeling something associated with my depression when next to Jully, I brought our plates into the living room. She. It’s only a block, but still.” “Let me buy you a coffee,” I said. “Maybe the rain will let up. If it doesn’t I’ll give you a ride home.” She nodded. “My name’s Nicole.” “Tom. Pleasure.” I was painfully aware of the way my boner bulged in my khakis as I stood up. Nicole’s eyes flashed down and she looked away, trying to hide a smile. We drank coffee and talked about music. The rain did not let up, so when the coffee was done I drove her back to her apartment. She invited me in to hear her. We were in a modern room. Above us, fluorescent lights hummed, and the ceiling was made out of the removable squares.But these ordinary things lent credence to the extraordinary things.Like the metal prison style bars that enclosed us in this niche of the room. The bars looked to be made out of the old iron that ancient dungeons preferred.I attempted to move my hands ... with no luck.Sarah and I were chained to opposite walls. From what I could see of Sarah, her hands were encased in manacles. ”“I agree,” Sarah responded, “so we’ll add another week to bring everything together.” She had been holding that necessary change in the schedule for later, in order to help bolster the group’s confidence in being able to pull this off. But she could live with it coming out here.“Transportation to and from, however, will also be an issue. Talk to me afterwards and I’ll set you up with who you’ll need to talk to.”Nodding in relief, Sarah was thankful that at least Ms. Capriati or someone who.