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Jen hammered on Chloe’s door again, finally hearing footsteps in her bestie’s flat.
A bleary-eyed Chloe appeared in the gap as she slowly opened the door. ‘Oh, it’s you. The fuck, Jen?’
‘She’s texted,’ Jen declared, swanning in, full force. ‘Why you asleep at 6 p.m.?’
Chloe rubbed at her eyes, closing the door as she followed Jen to the kitchen. ‘I was on an early. Why are you so – urgh – why are you so awake?’
‘Because it’s 6 p.m.. And Holly texted. She texted.’
Chloe snapped awake. ‘She texted.’
Three days of radio silence. Three days of torturous radio silence and now a text. Jen felt like she could do cartwheels.
‘What did she say?’ Chloe asked, her words crashing into each other.
‘She wants to meet tonight. On our rooftop.’
‘The rooftop?’ Chloe clasped her hands to her lips and let out an excited breath. ‘Oh, wow.’
‘This is good, yeah?’ Excitement was replaced with a rush of nerves. ‘Yeah?’
Chloe considered it. ‘Rooftop is good. Romantic.’
‘But?’
‘What else did she say?’
Jen froze, looking around the room for the clue as to what the heck that question could allude to. ‘That was it. Is that not enough?’
‘I dunno, it’s hard to judge tone by text.’
‘So, you think this is could be bad?’
Chloe shrugged. ‘I’m still waking up. Can you come back to me on that?’
‘Chloe,’ Jen whined.
‘What? I’m only being honest.’ She walked to the sink as she spoke and filled a glass with water.
‘Yeah, well, I don’t need honesty. I need hope.’
Chloe downed a few gulps of water. ‘How did it go with the fridge guy?’
Jen leaned her forearms on the breakfast bar and arched her back out, relieving some of the tension from the last week-and-a-bit. ‘Good. All fixed. Just need to fill it now.’ She couldn’t help but grin: Chloe always had her back, no matter what.
‘Shaping up to be quite the day for you,’ she joked, placing the now-empty glass in the sink.
‘Thanks again. I don’t know what I’d do without you.’
Chloe smirked. ‘You’d find a way; you always do. So, what time you meeting Holly?’
‘Eight thirty.’
‘Yikes. Not long. What you wearing? Or are you sticking with what you’ve got on?’ she joked.
Jen jiggled on the spot with nervous energy, looking at her old T-shirt and running shorts. ‘Well, obviously not this, but I don’t know. Does it matter?’
