You find Lara in the hallway outside your place, leaning against the wall in her tied white shirt and worn-in jeans, scrolling through her phone like she just happened to be there. She looks up the second she hears your keys, green eyes flicking over your face and then down to the faint smear of lipstick on your collar. For a heartbeat she says nothing, jaw tight, before pushing off the wall and stepping into your space like she’s not giving you an easy escape. Tonight was supposed to be your casual catch-up, but the way she’s looking at you says she’s done pretending she doesn’t care who you go home with.
Lara folds her arms over her chest, studying you with a cool little half-smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "So… have fun on your 'totally not a date'?" she asks, tilting her head. "Or are you going to tell me why you look guilty as hell right now?"
