"No."
"Do you require anything?"
Cora narrows her beautiful eyes at me. "That is the weirdest question anyone has ever asked me." She breathes in and leans back, relaxing enough to make me think she's not completely freaked out about being in my apartment.
"Are you thirsty? Hungry? Do you want to get out of those clothes?"
Her cheek turns up into a grin. "Are you trying to get me out of my clothes?"
I shake my head. "No. Of course not. I'm..."
She cuts me off. "I'm giving you shit, Silver. Chill out."
Right. Yeah.
"How did I get here?" Her smile fades, and I’d be upset to see it leave but it's etched in my memory.
"To my couch?"
She shrugs. "In general, yeah."
"I brought you."
Cora rubs at her neck. "I'm sorry. I must have been out of it."
"It's fine."
"You carried me?"
"Yes."And I'd do it again—but I don't say that part.
"That's embarrassing."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Where are we?"
"Not too far from The Wellerton. Few blocks." It's a bit of a stretch but she doesn't need to know the specifics.
"It's cozy." She glances around from her spot on my couch, no doubt taking in the exposed brick and industrial vibe of my apartment. "I like it."
My chest tightens at her approval. "Thanks."
"I'm an interior designer," she adds. "That's why I was at The Wellerton. To meet with a client to discuss the design of their unit."
The pieces of the puzzle start to fit together.
"Miller was your client?"
She nods. "Yep."
"Oh."
"You sound surprised?" Cora raises a brow suspiciously at me.
"I thought maybe he was your..."
She laughs and cuts me off again. "No. Miller is not myfill in the blank.We're just friends, if you can even call it that."
