Play Me Like You Mean It
We were barely fifteen minutes in when Lizzy approached, heels snapping, clipboard in hand, mouth ready to lecture, until she saw Cade.
“You’re… early,” she said to Cade, genuinely confused.
He gave her a lazy salute. “Told you I’m evolving.”
Her eyes landed on me. “I assume his early presence has something to do with you.”
I shrugged. “You did text me.”
Lizzy crossed her arms, studying me like she wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned. Then, surprisingly, she gave a small nod.
“I might’ve judged you too quickly,” she said. “You’ve got a spine. And I have a weird feeling… you might actually last.”