No, but be coy about it…

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I’m sure it’ll be a great time,” Carrie said, smiling reassuringly at her boyfriend.

“Thanks! I wonder if Troy will show up?” you say half-jokingly. Carrie laughed at your feeble attempt at a joke, made all the more clear by how it seemed to have been **** out slightly.

“I doubt he would. I’m sure someone like him would have better… things to do,” she said, seeming to imply something meaningful behind her innocuous words.

“Huh… well, guess we’ll see,” you reply, completely oblivious.

“Would you hate it if he showed up?”

“Well, maybe not hate, but… I wish he’d be busy doing something else at the time.”

“I hope so too…”

You could’ve sworn you heard a smile in Carrie’s last statement, but you pushed any notion of thinking deeper about what she’d said away from your mind, as you thought about more appealing, less complicated things instead.

—

Well, that had been fun. A get-together with old pals, no fuss, just a good time reminiscing about good times.

Troy had not shown up, ostensibly busy fucking around somewhere else. All the better for you!

There was one matter of contention, however. No one could pinpoint who exactly had arranged this whole meet-up. He said it was her, she said it was person C, and so on and so forth. Not that it mattered much in the moment, as all that mattered was seeing one another again for the first time in a long while.

So it was in a jolly mood that you returned back to your place. You went for the door, expecting to see Carrie waiting there, barely able to contain her excitement as she rushed to give you a kiss and ask you how your day went.

You turned the handle, opened the door, and saw…