Chapter 10 | Evelyn

"Don't tell me you'll make me go alone?" Mira, my best friend who lives miles away but somehow found herself in the city, says as she tugs on my arm. "Please, Evelyn?"

I'm tempted to shake her off, but she weighs less than me, and I might send her flying across the room.

"You have friends," I point out. "Why don't you ask one of them to go to the club?"

She pouts. "But I want you to go, I miss you."

I give her the side-eye.

"You know what I mean,” she adds, letting go of my arm. "They are not my friends, per se. Just fellow artists, and they will end up drinking and leaving me alone. You've always been the one with the motherly tendencies, so you'll keep an eye on me, and make sure I behave."

I shake my head.

"You want a chauffeur. I can't," I exhale, "believe you came all this way to ask me to be your chauffeur. What if I want to drink? What if I want to party? Did you think about that?"

Mira looks at me like I've sprouted horns.

"You want to drink?" she says. "Evelyn, you do