Chapter One Hundred Fifty Six

Andrew checked his cellphone before he opened the car door. David glanced at him briefly. He saw Macy's name – or should he say that the display name of the woman is ‘Love’ – visible on the notification center. Then he climbed in first. Andrew took a deep breath and answered the

call.

"Hey..." he said simply.

"Can we meet? There's something I want to talk about."

Oh, Macy didn't even mince words. Andrew mumbled softly. "Okay. Where?

"It’s up to you. Do you want to talk in your studio? Or into the apartment. Or we can just meet outside. One of the coffee shops, maybe.”

"Are you busy today? If not, maybe I can go to St. Haven," said the writer.

Heck, he doesn't want to be in a place that is quite private. Studios and apartments? No, whatever Macy wanted to talk about, he didn't want them to talk there. Even in public places.

So, the choice might just be at St. Haven.