My coat slides over my shoulders from behind me, making me jump a mile, and I spin back to see Arrick looking at me intensely, with his jacket on and a lot more pulled together. I glance past him, expecting to see Natasha, but it’s just him, and he tugs me against him, so my body is yanked in tight.

“You’re really okay?” He questions me again. This time, his voice seems normal, if a little unsteady, and even though he’s still very drunk, he’s a little more focused with it. ...