"Hey, thanks for meeting me," Chloe mutters.
I can tell something is wrong because Chloe is abnormally subdued. Hoping I'm just reading into things that aren't there, I smile. "Of course!" I set my purse down on the table. "I'm glad you could get away from work for a quick lunch."
She doesn't smile. "Me, too." In fact, she avoids eye contact.
We slide into opposite sides of the booth near a window that overlooks the busy street. Cars and people race past. A waitress stops by with a pitcher of water and takes our order. Feeling concerned, I watch as Chloe fidgets with her phone.
I haven't talked to Chloe in a few days. Since I didn't get a lot completed over the weekend, I've spent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday submerged in my coursework while trying to keep up with my volu
