#c:zane

Skylar stood outside the complex, staring at the door. She knew she told Peter that she was ready to stay in her apartment but as she fidgeted with the device in her hand she was desperately trying not to dial his number to see if she could stay at his place maybe one more night. She inhaled as she kept her eyes focused on the door, not moving a step. She heard her name being called behind her. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, seeing Zane standing there. “Uh... Hey.” She glanced back towards the apartment complex entrance before turning around to walk closer to him. “What are you doing here?”

Theodora teria se irritado. Se, é claro, não tivesse visto Zane conversando com Samantha quando ele se afastou. E também, se ela estivesse esperando algo daquilo, o que em parte até estava. Todavia, não ia dar uma atenção extrema ao sumiço do outro pela festa enquanto haviam docinhos e salgadinhos e bebidas e...Eu já disse docinhos e bebidas? Aproveitou a festa ao máximo que pode com os amigos que encontrou. Ao fim, impulsiva como era, acabou mudando a rota do uber no meio do caminho para casa. 

All the blonde could do was think about the fact she gathered up her dress from the party, slipped it on and went out the apartment door of Ryan’s apartment as if she was doing a walk of shame which the only thing she had to be shameful for was being upset about his past when she had no right. She walked down the street, exhaling as she chewed on her lower lip. She knew she had to give him a call because if she was being honest she had her own skeletons she had to remove from the closet she just needed the punch to the gut to fade before she could throw one back. She turned around the corner to see not only Zane Marshall standing on the sidewalk on the phone, her lips parting as she stared at the man in front of her. She exhaled as she took a few steps closer to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. “Zane?”