ASH'S APARTMENT
Ash opened the door, and Miguel was standing right there.
Caught off guard, she blinked. “Oh. Hey…”
“Can I come in?” Miguel asked, calmly.
Ash hesitated for a second too long before stepping aside. “Yeah… of course," she said, trying to keep it cool.
Miguel walked in and settled onto the couch, while Ash closed the door behind him and leaned lightly against the frame, arms crossed over her chest like she needed the barrier. The silence between them was thick, made heavy by everything that had been said the night before.
Miguel glanced up at her. “About what you said last night…”
Ash looked away, eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor.
“I really should’ve said something,” Miguel continued, his tone slow and careful, “but I—”
“You don’t have to,” Ash cut in quick
