"How'd it go?" Moriah was asking. I held the phone to my ear, the blood finally back into my toes where I had held them curled for so long.
"It was a mix of suicidal and brilliant." I puffed the air that had been building in my chest. "I knew half of what they were talking about. It was a whole panel of them, firing off questions. I made up half of what I said, and the rest I left up to chance. I have no idea how I did...other than awful."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad." I heard her clamoring through the kitchen at her apartment, the sounds of a timer going off in the background.
"What are you doing?" I asked, distracting myself.
"Cookies," she half heartedly answered. "It sounded good."
"Ah." I managed. "Are you sure you can't come down here? You could get your nails done with me?" I
