Hannah’s POV

　　As the elevator doors slid open, I saw Aubrey waiting for me in the lobby, leaning casually against a pillar with her arms crossed. She wore a knowing smile that made it clear she was ready to drag me out for some much-needed girl time. Her eyes sparkled as she saw me approach, her fiery red hair catching the last rays of the setting sun filtering through the glass windows.

　　“There she is,” Aubrey called out, pushing off the pillar and walking ...