Milo’s place? The hell?
“I didn’t realize y’all were neighbors?” Hanna said, glancing between them. Don’t be weird, don’t be weird, don’t be weird.
“We weren’t. I just moved in a month ago.”
As always, she had incredible timing.
“Did I not mention that?” Sara asked, her lips curling into a crooked smile.
“No,” Hanna said, crossing the hall. “You didn’t.”
Sara took a few steps across the hall to her and Matty's unit and bumped open the front door with her hip, calling back to Milo as it swung inward.
“See you in twenty!”
Their loft smelled like a version of home to Hanna—one where she was nineteen in the ASU dorms and studying for finals while Sara chattered on the phone with Matty who lived a state away.
There was a small kitchen to the right overflowing with plants sunbathing under the skylight above, but the real draw were the floor-to-ceiling windows that peered into a courtyard garden below. She remembered it from the tour—an instant seller.
“You’re upstairs,” she said. “Bathroom and bedroom are all yours!”
Hanna climbed the narrow iron staircase and slid open a large wooden door to reveal a small, but tasteful, guest room. Sara followed with Hanna's second suitcase in tow.
“I know it’s not a lot,” Sara said. “But by San Francisco standards, it’s a flippin’ mansion.”
“It’s perfect,” Hanna breathed, her lungs loosening more with every second she spent in Sara’s home. “I cannot tell you how happy I am to be here. I already feel… I don’t know. Lighter.”
Sara squeezed her arm and leaned against a small desk in the corner while Hanna rifled through her things. Sara pointed to a floral sundress at the top of the bag.
“That’s perfect for where we’re going tonight. But bring a jacket.”
“A jacket,” Hanna scoffed. “I’m here to enjoy the sub-triple digit weather.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “Trust me. And I know it took a lot for you to come out here. I’m really proud of you for getting out of the house. I think it’ll be so good for you!”
“We’ll see how you feel in two weeks,” Hanna laughed. She plucked a few more necessities out of her bag and arranged them across the desk. “So. Milo is your neighbor.”
“Yes.”
“You’re diabolical.”
Sara held up her hands. “I forgot!”
“You’re full of shit.”
“I didn’t want to scare you off,” Sara confessed. “But if you happen to get the dicking down of your life while you’re here, so be it!”
Hanna glared. “There will be no dicking down.”
“Hanna,” Sara said, sitting on the edge of the desk. “We both spent our entire twenties with the same dumb boys. Matty is well trained, but I need to know. Do it for me.”
“Pathetic,” Hanna grumbled.
“I have to call Cami back about place settings. Can you change and then grab Milo?”
“Pathetic,” Hanna repeated. Sara shrugged as she left.
“See you in the lobby!”
