My finger trails along the glossy white piano, loving the low lighting and romantic atmosphere. I take a shaky breath. I have been through so much in the past three months that this should not be so scary. Talking to Ajax should be the most natural thing I could do, second nature.
It's not.
I feel like vomiting.
I am not sure if I will ever get completely comfortable with him. I get too many butterflies; my mouth becomes dry, my breathing escalates. I close my eyes and take another calming breath, trying to find my inner confidence.