“Nice to see you, too, Monica. So kind of you to drop by without calling.”
“Leila called. You think I was gonna let you run away before I could talk to you?”
“A chance would have been nice.” I smiled tightly and perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. “What do you want?”
“Any coffee left in there?” She nodded to the machine and poured one before I could answer. Typical Monica. Why wait for an answer when you can just find out yourself?
I rolled my eyes as she sat down and sipped casually at her coffee. Fuck her and her games.
“What do you want, Monica? You’re not my favorite person right now if you hadn’t guessed.”
Sh
