Yeah. I was supposed to visit Esme and Cora… but that plan was officially dead.
Mendy's idea had bulldozed straight through every intention I had for the evening. Watching me… no—watching us. The thought alone made my stomach twist. It was either going to be painfully awkward or dangerously unforgettable. And the timing? Of course today had to be the night we'd agreed anal.
Yeah. No. This was going to be awkward as hell.
I leaned back into the couch and stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting out a slow breath. Waiting at Mendy's place, knowing exactly what we were walking into—it felt surreal. Awkward didn't even begin to cover it. Strange. Uncharted. My chest felt tight, like I'd stepped onto thin ice on purpose.
Mendy shifted beside me, the couch creaking softly. She tucked one leg under herself, then untucked it again. "Um…" she said quietly. "It's ten thirty. Should we…?"
"Oh—yeah." I got up a little too fast. "Yeah. I'll—uh—I'll call Kayla. We'll pick her up too."
