The Night Before...

Tyler kicked me out of his room.

Not outrightly, of course. He didn't exactly roll out of bed, broken bones and all, and kicked my ass out the door.

But in his eyes, wide and flooding with alarm, I could tell he was seriously considering it.

I knew I shouldn't be here.

Whoever this lady was, and more importantly, who she was to Tyler… there was probably a time and place to learn all these things… alas, just not right now. 

So yeah, I saw myself out.

I stood up from the sofa, offered it wordlessly to the mysterious lady who gratefully took over my place with an appreciative smile. 

Soft-spoken, well-mannered, sophisticatedly dressed. Compared to the wild, bizarre colored streaks of tousled locks that Tyler had on his head, and his unusual aptitude to look like he just crashed headfirst in a thrift shop and carried on with whatever stuck to him… made for quite the sight of polar opposites.