Kara pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment, holding it open for Jairo. He followed, tall and composed, but somehow his presence seemed too large for the tiny space. His eyes scanned the room — simple, a little cramped, but clean. Exactly what he expected.
She deserves so much more, he thought.
His eyes paused on a pair of men’s slippers by the door. His gaze shifted to Kara with a questioning look. She followed his line of sight and quickly spoke.
“Oh… those… my roommate bought them for her ex. He used to come around. They’re not together anymore. We just kept them there for when we have male guests.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Why am I explaining this?
Jairo, however, only picked up on two words.
“Do you have male friends, Kara?” His t
