Chapter 145

"I FEEL LIKE CRAP." Andrea didn't dare move. Crystal's sofa cradled her body and she was weighted down by at least three cats, all purring in unison.

"You don't look like crap anymore." Crystal plopped down on a beanbag chair next to her, a tablet in hand, sucking on a lollipop. It was late, they were all exhausted, and yet the last thing anyone wanted to do was sleep.

"Thanks. I think." Andrea pushed her hair back, but even that hurt. She'd turned down the offer of anything stronger than an over-the-counter pain killer. Maybe that was a mistake.

"How you doing? Wanna talk about it yet?"

Andrea turned her head, staring up at the ceiling. Did she?

"Okay, I'll take that as a no, then," Crystal said. "Can we talk about the convention at least? How'd you meet Zain?"

"Elevator."

"I know that. I mean...you know what I want to know." Crystal prodded Andrea's shoulder with a finger.