I closed the door behind me and exhaled slowly, running a hand through my damp hair. I peeled off my soaked jacket, hung it on the rack near the entrance, and walked toward the living room. The apartment was dark, curtains drawn tight, only faint slivers of city light sneaking through the edges. Mik was sprawled across one of the couches. I couldn't tell if she was asleep or just pretending because of the low light, but she didn't move when I entered.
I dropped onto the single couch opposite her, arm resting on the armrest, palm covering my face. Damn… what a day. First those disgusting videos, then Mana showing up out of nowhere like some nightmare ex. My head felt like it was stuffed with wet cotton, too many thoughts, none of them quiet.
"I need a damn break," I muttered to the empty room.
