(Zara)
Mia showed up at my apartment with wine and no warning.
"I texted," she said, pushing past me into the kitchen. "You didn't answer, which means you're either dead or hiding. You look alive, so."
"I was working."
"On a Wednesday night. In your pajamas." She set the bottle on the counter and started opening my cabinets like she lived here. "Where do you keep the glasses that don't have cartoons on them?"
"Second shelf."
She found two, poured, and handed me one. Then she leaned against the counter and looked at me the way she'd been looking at me since we were kids, the look that said she already knew the answer and was only waiting for me to catch up.
"So," she said. "How's the job with the stranger you slept with?"
I nearly choked on the wine. "Keep your voice down."
"We're
