JADE

There was a flurry of knocks on my door, and when I opened it, Hannah stood before me.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly. “Can I…can I come in?”

I nodded and stepped aside so she could come into the apartment.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

“Oh, a glass of water will be fine,” she said.

She sat on my couch, perching uncomfortably on the edge while I poured her a glass of water from the fridge. I didn’t pour myself one.

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