Sydney walked through the unlocked door and into Hunter’s crowded apartment. As she unwound her scarf, Hunter appeared out of nowhere.
“Hey,” he said, tugging her elbow. “We’re about to start playing.”
She followed him, taking off her jacket as she walked. “Sorry I’m late. Trish wanted to have a little drink and toast before I left since we won’t be together at midnight. Traffic was a b***h, and I had to park, like, two blocks away. To top it off, I had to walk slow because half your neighbors didn’t salt the ice and I didn’t want to fall.”
He gently shoved her toward the drums. “You want me to get you a drink?”
She shook her head. She’d never known him to rush anything. “I’m good.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.” She sat behind the drums and pulled out her sticks. “Shoot.”
He shot
