The moment we got back to the apartment, the atmosphere was already buzzing with the chaotic energy that seemed to follow Chloe wherever she went.
She marched into the living room, cradling Harold like he was some kind of ancient artifact, while Carmen trailed behind with a mixture of exasperation and dread on her face. Isabel and I exchanged amused glances as we kicked off our shoes and got comfortable.
"Elena," Chloe declared, holding Harold up like Simba in The Lion King, "you need to find a spot of honor for Harold in your apartment. Somewhere where his magnificence can be appreciated."
Carmen made a noise that was somewhere between a snort and a growl. "Magnificence? That thing belongs in a thrift store—or better yet, buried six feet under."
Chloe gasped and clutched Harold tighter. "You take that back, Carmen! Harold is a gift to this world, and his vibes are immaculate."