Daniel came home the next evening.
His expression was sour. The moment he walked in, he frowned at me. “Why didn’t you come find me last night?”
Late last night, Chloe had posted a video on social media, teasing Daniel about losing his bet.
In the video, Daniel’s face was blank, but you could tell his mood was terrible. He’d just barely managed to suppress the irritation before it showed.
Facing Chloe’s camera, he pretended not to care.
“Whatever. If she doesn’t come today, tomorrow’s the same.”
But today, I still hadn’t made a single move.
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