DAPHNE
We talk and laugh until the sun sinks lower in the sky, spilling gold across the living room. I almost forget Ezekiel is still waiting outside until Natalie gets a call from work. Something about an assignment she can't disclose, typical journalist business cloaked in secrecy.
"It's a pity." She says while dabbing foundation on her cheeks. "I don't know when next I'll see you."
She reaches for her lipstick, glancing at me through the mirror. "By the way, tell Ezekiel to give you your phone back. How on earth did you survive without one?"
"I'll find a way to reach you." I promise.
Natalie turns, one brow raised. "You can reach me through the redhead."
"Redhead?" I echo, puzzled, until it clicks. "You mean Ezekiel's aide?"
"What's his name?"
"I don't know."
She stares. "How
