Andria's POV
She eyed me suspiciously. "You look like you wrestled with a storm and then danced with a ghost."
"Close enough," I muttered, and she let out a slight chuckle.
I dropped my jacket onto the chair.
Mel followed me toward my room, still talking. "Did you at least manage to talk things out with Becca?"
I froze mid-step. "No," I said, slowly turning to face her. "Not yet."
"Well…" Mel's tone changed, lighter now, almost mischievous. "That might be about to change."
I turned to her. "What do you mean?"
She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We have a new apartment mate. Guess who."
I sighed, already too tired for games. "Mel, it's nearly three in the morning. I'm not guessing anything."
Her grin widened. "Becca."
That made me pause. "What? How?"
