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Alyssa is silent as Felicity and I pack up. She opens her phone, taps out a response to someone, and closes it again, glancing out the sprawling windows to the gray city.
Morgan
do you have a problem with Alyssa
FK
What ?
no? ?
Morgan
you’re sure acting like you do. you don’t even know her
she’s a lesbian with mommy Issues
not a cop
It takes Felicity a second to respond, so I have a chance to pick up my other thread. While Alyssa and Leah talk in the kitchen, I open my phone camera, lean toward the full-body mirror in the Hanovers’ fancy downstairs powder room, and take a selfie.
I haven’t responded to Daniel since the night we met. Time to fix that.
The picture is fine: phone blocking part of my face, casual black dress and off-the-shoulder army jacket showing the right amount of skin. Nothing that will get him in trouble or overplay my hand, obviously. But enough. I send it to him.
Morgan
when’s the next time we see each other?
Daniel
Hold on, let me check
Okay, looks like the first interviews are scheduled for tomorrow. Yours is @ 11am
My stomach drops. Are you fucking kidding me? Mom didn’t tell me. I squeeze the bridge of my nose to keep from messing up my eyeliner and try to ignore the pressure building in my head.
Tomorrow? Jesus Christ.
Daniel
Wait, are you going out tonight?
I take a deep breath as my phone buzzes again.
FK
Obvs she’s not a cop
But her dad IS??
Or used to be, whatever who cares same thing
And what are u even DOING
Morgan
I’ll let you know once I figure out if it’ll work or not
