It seems like time flies when you wish for it to move slower. That's what goes on in Irene's mind as she paces back and forth in her shared living room. Her roommate has been looking at her weirdly and worriedly because no one wants to live with a madwoman. But Irene assures her that she's not going crazy as much as she assures herself.

She's just nervous. So bloody nervous.

Few days ago, Wendy sent her a text. The very first text since their breakup.

“I'll swing by your place before the concert. :)”

Quickly, Irene told her that she didn't have to do that but she insisted that it's the least she could do. And besides, she didn't want her to trouble herself when they could've just gone together. Then when she relented and agreed, she sent her smiling emoji’s - ten of them - along with a: “can't wait!“

When there's a knock on the door, Irene stops pacing and she feels like her heart has stopped beating as well. But that can't be true because if it does stop beating, she won't be able to make her way to the front door and open it. She seems to do that absentmindedly and it isn't until she's standing in front of Wendy that she finally realizes what she's done.

"Hi," Wendy smiles as she waves at her.

"You ready?"

Irene simply nods because she doesn't know if she can trust her voice. She's still in shock, she's sure, and she thinks Wendy notices that too.

"Are you okay?" Wendy asks, her brows furrowing slightly.

Again, Irene nods. Then, she opens , "I'm okay." Her voice cracks when she says that. So Wendy scrutinizes her face and she knows that she's not going to stop until she tells her the truth.

 "Its fine, Wendy," she assures her, "Just excited, I guess."

At that, Wendy lets out a laugh. Irene lets out a relieved sigh. "C'mon then," she says before mindlessly placing her hand on the small of her back, surprising her. She conceals it with a smile.