I turned left and eased the car into the parking spot, snow crunching softly under the tires. The engine hummed as I put it in park. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, already knowing who I was about to call.
Kayla answered almost immediately.
"Hey—" I started.
"Yup, I see you," she cut in. "Through the window. I'm coming down."
I snorted softly. "Alright."
I hung up and set the phone on the console. Beside me, Mendy shifted in her seat. She bounced her knee once, then stopped it with her hand, rubbing her palms together like she was trying to warm them up even though the heater was blasting.
She dragged both hands down her face, exhaling. "Okay. Okay. I'm fine."
I glanced at her. She definitely wasn't fine.
She turned toward me, eyes wide, nervous energy practically vibrating off her. "Y-you told her I was coming, right?"
I didn't answer right away. I just looked at her for a second.
Then I smirked.
Her eyes narrowed instantly. "Oh. No. You didn't."
