Of course I have the job. I’m perfect for it.

I know I am—even if Adams North doesn’t agree.

In case it is Christian trying to get ahold of me, I sit up and reach for my phone on the mattress beside me. Only instead of finding a threat or salvation via text, my entire body takes an electric shot to the nervous system. The last notification I ever expected to see again floats in front of me, my thumb hovering over top of the purple W.

I hadn’t planned on using Wanderer when I downloaded the virtual tourism app last night. I don’t even know why I bothered, other than a need for something familiar after that travesty of a meeting. Even if the familiar was from another life.

It was like déjà vu when I typed in my old login info and it still worked, a little nudge from the universe. Now it’s practically holding my head under water, the past recreated while I stare at my screen, rereading.

WestF has signed on and is available.

It borders on overwhelming, the spike of adrenaline I get at seeing his name again. Then the ache of regret follows right behind. All the what-could-have-beens bombarding me at once.

The should-have-beens.

I close my laptop and open Wanderer. Muscle memory kicks in after five years, and I tap on his username to see where he is. Where in the world his life has taken him. Only then, everything turns to a light hum around me as my body fully disconnects from the rest of the world.

Foster’s in Prague.

Again or maybe still or I don’t know that it matters. He’s here. In the same city where I left him. And now, so am I.

I swallow, my mouth dry enough I could choke.

We’re in the same place.

All the conversations come flooding back—all the promises—and my legs are unfolding from under me, my body making the decision before my brain. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. When it came to Foster, it was never my head leading the charge.

I grab my bag on the way out of the hotel room, and once on the elevator, I check where in Prague he is right now. The app only gives me a general location, but it’s enough. There are a few places nearby, and I pick the one closest to him. I input my payment information so the app can charge me, and then I return to his profile, clicking the Wander button.

The W flashes on the screen, fading in and out with my pulse thrumming harder as I cross the hotel’s lobby. He’ll be getting the notification now, seeing my username and deciding whether to accept the tour.

I stop on the large concrete staircase outside, holding my breath until the purple dialogue box pops up.

You’re now wandering with WestF.