It felt strange not seeing the girl who usually sat behind the front desk every time I came here with Easton. This time, it was a pale guy with long black hair, dressed entirely in black, with a piercing through the tip of his nose.
“Are you lost?” he asked when he saw me.
I shook my head and forced a smile onto my lips.
“No, I’m here to see Easton.”
“Sixth floor, apartment twenty-six.”
“Is he actually home?” Honestly, I didn’t think he would be.
“He got back a few hours ago.”
“Where’s Monica?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Locked in the bathroom. Frozen burritos didn’t sit too well with her,” he explained.
“I see… I’m heading up.”
“Why don’t you use the elevator?”
“It doesn’t work.”
“Of course it works.” He got up from his seat and walked over to call the elevator. The moment he
