Ava’s POV

Charlotte and I sat at our usual table, her phone in one hand and a fork in the other as she scrolled through something on her feed. I poked at my salad, not really paying attention, until she let out a dramatic sigh.

“You know, for someone who just got her own place, you don’t seem very excited,” she pointed out, setting her phone down.

I shrugged. “I am. It’s just… a lot.”

She studied me for a second before smirking. “Or maybe it has something to do with ...