Evie’s POV

“Where is Nate?” I asked Maya the moment I stepped into her house.

“I do not know, he left after I told him you were coming.”

I raised an eyebrow as I sank into the chair beside her. “Really? Does he hate me now?”

Maya chuckled, dressed in her usual low-effort casual—white slacks and a blue tank top, hair in a half bun that somehow still looked editorial. “I don’t know, Evie. Men are weird.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not news.”

She handed me a can of soda ...