Hazel
Maya was at the door in under twenty minutes. I had barely finished getting out of the shower.
"You were serious," I said, stepping back to let her in.
"I'm always serious about weekends." She walked straight past me toward the stairs. "Come on, where's your room?"
I followed her up. She went directly to the wardrobe and pulled both doors open and stood there with her hands on her hips.
"Hazel."
"What?"
"Girl." She turned to look at me. "You don't have a single reasonable going-out outfit in here."
"That hurts."
"It's the truth." She was already going through it, pushing things along the rail. "This is a collection of cardigans and flat shoes. This is a study wardrobe. Where do you keep the actual clothes?"
"Those are my actual clothes."
"Right." She dropped her bag on the
