Five minutes later there was a fresh pot of coffee in front of us, and the job ads had been pushed to the side in favor of mutual brooding silence over the table.
“So… what happened?” Velma finally said. “I thought things were going well.”
“Yeah, Velma, I did too. I really did,” sighed Scarlett, resting her elbow on the table and leaning her cheek into her palm as she carefully sipped her coffee.
Feigned nonchalance was about the only emotion she could manage at the moment. If she had to do any deep thinking about this, then she might just burst into tears.
“Hold up—you still need to explain the mate thing,” Gavin interjected. “Like HOW and WHEN. Because I don’t remember anything about you finding your mate.”
“That’s because I didn’t tell you, genius,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Velma knows!”
“Velma snuck into my house and almost gave me a heart attack. That literally does not count.”
