~Vivian~
The moment I walked through the door of Tasha's apartment, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag by the couch, collapsing into it face-first.
“Rough day?” Tasha’s voice came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of a bag of chips being ripped open.
“Understatement of the year,” I mumbled into the cushion.
I heard her footsteps approaching, and then the couch dipped as she plopped down next to me.
“Okay, spill,” she said, poking me in the side until I groaned and rolled over to look at her. She was holding the bag of chips in one hand and a soda can in the other, her dark curls bouncing as she tilted her head and gave me a pointed look.
“I don’t even know where to start,” I said, sighing as I sat up.
“Start with why you look like someone just told you your c
