“Right. Yasha. He told me not to worry about it. But guess what? I’m worried! Where have you been?”
“I’ve been…” I imagine Ivan sitting in some dark room somewhere, headphones on and a monitor with my face splashed across it in front of him. “I’ve been with Ivan.”
There’s a long pause before Jorden speaks again. “Ivan…Pushkin? From the party last night?”
“Yeah. He came into the restaurant this morning.”
There’s another long pause. Then Jorden screams.
“What?” I gasp. “What is going—”
“You f****d Ivan Pushkin at the party last night and then he showed up to see you the morning after?!” Jorden squeals. “Holy s**t! I can’t believe it! But…wait. Was the explosion this morning because of Ivan?”
“No. It was…” I try to quickly sort through what I can and can’t tell Jorden, but in the end,
