Tiny.
Barely there.
But real.
And suddenly I couldn't remember why I'd been nervous in the first place.
I even thought I should choke on beer again.
Until she spoke.
"Thank you."
Everything inside me stopped.
I stared at her.
"For what?"
Lena looked down at her plate for a second before gesturing vaguely around the kitchen.
"All of this."
I blinked.
The food?
The apartment?
The pajamas?
The fact I hadn't completely embarrassed myself yet?
Honestly, I needed more information.
"You don't have to thank me."
"Yes, I do."
The answer came quickly.
Firmly.
And that alone caught me off guard.
She took another sip of beer before continuing.
"I know this probably wasn't what you expected tonight to look like."
I almost laughed.
Expected?
Nothing about the last twenty-four
