"Are you almost ready?" My best friend Patrick Kane said as I got off the plane.
"Ready to be picked up?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm on my way down." I hung up the phone.
I can't wait.
I absolutely cannot wait to see patrick.
I've known him since middle school.
He was always my best friend.
Then he got drafted.
Drafted to the Chicago Blackhawks.
It was obviously a very exciting event.
But ever since that day, Patrick and I have been busy
We barely have time to talk.
So this.
This summer is our reunion.
I'm spending the whole summer here.
Here in chicago.
And damn.
I was excited.
That's when I saw him scrolling through something on his iPhone leaning against his car.
"Patrick!!!"
He looked up from his phone.
I jumped into his arms and he spun around.
"Hey you."
He kissed the top of my head.
As friends.
Nothing more.
Nothing.
Patrick is like my brother.
We would never date.
Ever.
He threw my 3 bags in the trunk as I got in the car.
"So how's it been?" He asks as he gets in the car.
"Fine I guess. Schools been pretty hard"
He nods and focuses on driving.
I see the city.
The buildings.
The people.
I love chicago.
It feels like home.
Patrick pulls up in front up trump tower.
I get my bags from the trunk.
He gives the keys to a valet man.
"Let's go"
We hit the elevator button.
Floor 78.
Ding.
We get up to the 78th floor.
He starts down a short hallway.
I follow.
"So this is your house for the next 6 months." He says opening the door.
Right when he opens the door, I see a window that starts at the floor and ends at the ceiling.
"Wow"
That's all I can say.
I set my bags down by the door and walk towards the window.
I look down.
Beautiful.
"I love it."
