(Zara)
Chloe came to my apartment, which told me she'd planned it.
When the knock came I thought it was my delivery, and I opened the door in old clothes with my hair up, and there she stood, dressed like she was the one who deserved an apology.
"Don't close it," she said, fast, before I could. "Please. Five minutes."
"How did you even know where I'd be?" I said.
"I didn't. I took a guess you'd be home." She gave a small shrug. "Ryan mentioned you'd started at some big company downtown. The rest I figured out."
"Ryan tried that line already," I said. "It didn't work for him either."
"I'm not Ryan." She had her hands folded in front of her, penitent, a look I'd seen her practice in mirrors for other people over the years. I'd just never been on the receiving end. "I came because what
