“Seriously, there’s no need,” I tell her, holding up my hand.
“No, there is,” she insists. “I was… emotional last night. I was lonely and I was stupid to drink so much.”
“No judgment. Like I said, we’ve all been there.”
She gives me a grateful nod. “Thanks, Jessa.”
An awkward silence follows. Before either of us remember that we barely know each other and get super weirded out by what’s happening, I say, “You mentioned last night that you moved here from England recently, right?”
She nods, her ponytail bouncing prettily. “Three weeks ago, to be exact. I lived in a cheap motel for the first ten days before I found this place.”
“It’s a good building. I think you’ll be happy here.”
She looks skeptical for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s not what I’m used to.”
“Then it’s just a matter of
