Have I mentioned that Mia had called me impulsive too many times to count? And stupid, but that's besides the point. And I obviously don't listen because I was right down the street from the hotel when I realized that it was 4 o'clock.

"Damn," I mumble, banging my head on the handlebars of my bike.

So I turn around and head back to Wright & Co, feeling like a total imbecile. I'm starting to think he's just messing with me.

"Argh," I grumble, scratching my head, messing up my spikes but I don't care. I'm a little focused on being pissed. I mean, what kind of asshole leads you on like that? Like I was being led on, which I wasn't.

I'm right outside the building when my phone rings again. I hastily pull my phone out my pocket, for a reason undefined.



"Why do you do that when you call me?" I ask, my pissyness carrying over.

"Because I can," he boasts. Someone remind me why I'm friends with him.

"Is that all you want? To brag in my face?"

"Of course not. It was a nice addition, however."

"I'm hanging up," I say, not really meaning it.

"Wait," he chuckles for a second. "I called you for a reason."

I wait for him to say something.

"Wright? Are you still there?"

I giggle a bit, feeling like an idiot. "I wouldn't really hang up on you? Dummy."

Ever get one of those feelings when you feel like you can feel someone else's feelings when you're far away? Does that make sense? Because if it does, I could totally feel Edgeworth smiling.

"No, my apologies. I thought you would have responded to me, giving how much you like to talk. Anyway, my previous engagement was canceled, so you are free to come over whenever you prefer-"

Are you kidding me.

"-or now, if you prefer that. I don't mind."

"You know, I don't even feel like being mad right now," I say, my anger rising. Don't do it, Phoenix. You can settle this now, so don't screw it up. "So yeah, I'll be there. Right now."

I hang up. I take a deep breath. I shove my phone back into my pocket. And I pedal furiously in the opposite direction.

Why? I'm not sure. I'd rather not think it was some sort of undying rope of love that pulled me to him, but… no, there is no but in that! We're friends, and the only reason I'm going is to set a couple things straight, such of my sexuality which does not need confirmation. No, I'm going to go meet a man who obviously has a thing for me in a sound-proof hotel room in the evening to have a sensible, adult conversation. And I'm excited for that conversation. Why? Stop asking questions. Remember what Mia said about asking questions?