The door opened, and Ivy stepped in. She brushed raindrops off her coat, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. Instinctively, I hunched forward, like that would somehow make me invisible—but that was pointless.
Once she spotted me sitting in the corner, she walked straight over.
"Can you believe it?" she asked, pulling out a chair. "She is fucking pregnant."
"W-who?"
"Are you an idiot?" She dropped into the seat, elbows hitting the table. "My mother. How could she? I mean… fuck, Evan. Who even is the father?"
"Look… you're stressed about Chase," I said. "You should just—"
"I should've listened to you. I know." She cut me off. "You're right. You're always right, and I'm an idiot. Just—stop with that, okay?"
"O-okay…"
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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60 ★★
Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40 ★
Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60 ★★
Kim: Interest: 100 / 100 ★★★★★
Delilah: Interest: 75 / 80 ★★★
Cora: Interest: 100 / 100 ★★★★★
