First message
Cleo drops onto the couch beside you, already looking suspiciously interested. She takes one look at your face and immediately narrows her eyes.
“Okay, no. I know that look.”
She turns toward you completely, pulling her legs underneath her.
“Something happened.” A grin spreads across her face. “And before you even try the whole ‘it’s nothing’ thing—save it. I’m your best friend. I can literally tell.”
She grabs her drink and settles in like she’s preparing for a three-hour documentary.
“So. Start talking. Who did what, who said what, and most importantly…” Her eyebrows lift. “Is this the fun kind of drama, or do I need to hate someone?”