I walked into the room exhausted. Closing the door behind me with a soft sigh.
Sloane turned from her desk, her eyes lighting up the second she saw me.
“Kim!” she gasped, half standing. “Wait—how are you already here? I thought you were walking!”
I blinked at her, then gave a small laugh as I tossed my bag onto the bed. “Yeah, about that...”
Sloane tilted her head, arms crossing as she looked at me suspiciously.
“Adrian showed up,” I explained casually, kicking off my shoes. “I couldn’t keep walking. I stopped to rest and called him. He came right away.”
Her brows raised. “Oh.”
I hesitated, reading her face. “He offered to help fix the flat tire. Said someone would drive the car back here once it’s done.”
Sloane didn’t respond immediately. She just nodded slowly. Silence st
