JUNE;
“Matthew!” I called, almost yelling, when his lips parted in that calm way.
“What are you doing here?” My voice rang high, almost too happy to see him. I hadn't, for once, thought I would bump into him at this place, especially when they had just returned from the trip.
“Partying!” He answered, spreading out his hands. His eyes drew in light from the hallway lamp. “Looking for someone?”
“Yes,” I replied, darting my eyes around again. “My friend… The one you saw me with in the neighborhood, remember?”
Matthew rolled his eyes, like he was having a hard time recalling who I was describing. Like his number wasn’t saved as ‘Brad’ on her phone. Like him being at this same clubhouse out of the numerous ones in the city, was mere coincidence.
Matthew was here, and somehow? Mary was
