Rick put down his phone, reading Kat’s last message and rolling out of his bed. If he remembered right, she did live pretty close by, which gave him twenty minutes tops before Kat showed up at his door (or window. She never did specify…) He turned on the light, put on a sweater, and started heading down the stairs, making sure the door to his aunt’s room was closed. She was a heavy sleeper, but better safe than sorry.
He closed his front door behind him, sitting on the swing in his front porch in a sweater and pajamas, and waited for the sight of blonde hair on the side walk in the middle of the night.