Chapter 117

It’s not like she didn’t like him—it’s just that she knew it could never end well, so she didn’t let herself. Even in horror movies, the leads try everything to stay alive. And look at her, treating a romance like the end of the world, not even pretending to want a happy ending. But it’s not like her heart had stopped working completely… “I’m grabbing a drink.” Feeling restless and not sure what to say, Olivia made a quick beeline for the kitchen. Claire wandered over to the couch. She paused. Was she imagining things, or were there footsteps outside again? She strained her ears—nothing. Probably just her nerves acting up after everything earlier. Soon Olivia came back holding chilled beer. “Alright, let him go on his stupid blind date. Our Claire’s still the queen.” Claire took the can and cracked it open, taking a small sip. Her fingers brushed the condensation, cool and damp. “To be fair, he’s... not a bad person. In a lot of ways, he’s quite decent. But someone like him—he doesn’t