Ange felt her heart accelerate after talking with Shin. She quickly slipped through the front door, escaping into her house.
The place was dark except for the faint blue flicker of the living room TV. Her mother was exactly where she always was at this hour, sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, wine glass balanced precariously on her stomach, eyes glued to some show on the television.
She didn't even bother gazing in Ange's direction. So the girl walked in silence to her room on the second floor.
"Late night, blondie?" came a low, amused voice from the stairs.
Ange startled, nearly dropping her phone. Her cousin Ana had a knowing smirk, her eyes bright with curiosity.
"Jesus, Ana, don't do that," Ange hissed, pressing a hand to her chest. "And keep your voice down."
Ana descended the last few steps like a cat, grin widening when she caught the flush still lingering on Ange's cheeks.
"You're glowing. Spill it. I know something good must have happened on the group date."
