ELLA

“Aren’t you just excited?” I ask Mike, knowing fully well he looks anything but. But the more I spend time with him—just two minutes now—walking to my car, the more I realise just how introverted he is.

Despite being a close friend of Devlin’s, he has a demeanor that makes him feel younger. I can’t tell if that’s a bad or a good thing. When we get to my car, Mike murmurs something.

“What?”

“The keys, I’ll drive,” he says in a clipped tone, barely even raising ...