LAYLA
Luke is gone for almost ten minutes, which I appreciate. I take some deep breaths, then wipe off my cheeks and pull open my clutch, looking for my compact mirror. By the time the door behind me opens again, I’m blotting my lipstick with a tissue, and I feel much steadier.
“I’m going home,” I tell Luke as he steps outside.
He nods. “If you can hang on a second, Josh will pick you up. I need to go do some damage control.”
I frown. “Is something wrong?” Is he just trying to get out of sharing a car with me?
He nods. “There’s been an issue with one of our merch shipments. The t-shirts have been printed in the wrong colours.” He rubs his eyes. He looks exhausted. “Zack and I are going to see if we can sort it out. Josh will take you home.”
“I can get the Tube myself…” I start to say
