Jasmine's POV
The apartment smelled like was lit when I entered. Soft music drifted from Lara's room, and I could hear her humming along, off-key as usual.
I paused in the doorway, frowning. She should have been at work hours ago. She worked during the weekends.
"Lara?"
"In here!" Her voice came bright and cheerful from the kitchen.
I found her at the stove, stirring something in a pot that definitely hadn't been there this morning. She'd changed out of her work clothes into an oversized sweater and leggings, her hair pulled into a messy bun.
"What are you doing home?" I dropped my bag on the counter, studying her face. "Did something happen at work?"
"Can't I just want to spend time with my best friend?" She flashed me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You've been so busy
