Tonight. GF. Don’t be late.

“No,” he said again. But this time, he smiled.

Her smile flickered. “Leo, please. The last episode flopped. My engagement rate dropped 4%. I need a ‘will they, won’t they’ that actually has history . You’re not just some random actress. You’re the one who got away.”

“Leo,” she said, sweet as poison. “Remember the deposit on the apartment? The one in my name? The one I could let you keep living in… or not?”

“You came,” she said, and for a split second, her voice cracked on the word came , revealing the girl he used to know.