My phone rang. It pulled insistently, begging for attention.

“Can you get that?” I called from the bathroom.

“Sure.” Cameron said from the hallway.

A stray thought tugged the back of my mind. I was forgetting something. Something important. I tried to think if I had planned anything for the rest of the day but nothing came to mind.

When I got out of the bathroom, I found Cameron sprawled on the couch absorbed in a novel.

“Who was it?” I asked.

“I dunno, some chick calling you about her dry cleaning.” He said absently.

“What!”

“Yeah, she seemed really worked up about it. Weird right?” Cameron chuckled.

“No, not really. That girl is one of my friends. You remember Julie? She is out on a date with some guy she met online- a stranger, and our safe word, the word to get her out of there if something went wrong, is ‘Dry-cleaning’.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! Did she say where she was?”

“No. I mean, I don’t think so.”

“Shit.”

I looked at my phone helplessly.

I was the worst friend ever.