Sabrina had been glaring at me from her place on the couch while aggressively crunching on the nectarines from the plate on the coffee table beside her. After she arrived at my apartment with an obscene amount of take out—all of which we ate—I was pressured into telling her who was wanting to meet her so badly that they'd have me call her in the middle of a 'jam sesh'.
No matter how hard I'd tried to avoid her question and make it seem like it was just another fan of hers, she'd managed to corner me and reminded me of the fact that she wasn't well known in Los Angeles, which is where I'd mentioned that Andrew was from. Eventually I caved in. When Sabrina threatened to cut off her ear and frame me for it, I spilled all of the details of what happened with Andrew's visit to my office.
