Page 41 of Supernova

“The dog won’t get away with it.”

“Thanks, Griff,” I sighed. “I’m going to unwind. I’ll catch up with you later.”

He nodded. “Cheer up, gorgeous.”

“No promises.” I waved at him as I left, stepping into the Chill.

I found a quiet spot, taking a seat on one of the leather armchairs under the loft. Needing to disappear, I pulled up one of the books I’d been waiting to read on the Kindle app on my phone, too lazy to go upstairs to get the physical book I was currently reading. I had no idea how much time had passed, but while I was deep in the new world I had dived into, I hardly noticed Kit slip into the chair across from me. She cleared her throat to gain my attention. I raised a brow when I spotted her. “Hello?” I greeted, confused by her sudden appearance and the way she was looking at me.

“So a little birdy told me that you needed some cheering up,” Kit stated. She had her rare ‘no-nonsense’ look on.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. Really.”

She slapped her palms on her knees as she stood up. “Well, ‘fine’ isn’t really good enough. Fine stands for fucked, insecure, neurotic and emotional. And while those things might be okay individually, the combination is not good for your complexion.” She looked at me very seriously before she said, “You’ll get wrinkles.”

I couldn’t help the snort/laugh combo that came out of my mouth.

“Up you get. Billie is waiting for us outside with a taxi.”

I stared blankly at her. “Oh, you’re serious?”

“Dead,” she stated, holding out her hand for me.

I hesitantly grabbed it, slightly scared. Kit on a mission was terrifying.

As soon as my hand was in hers, she pulled me melodramatically.

“Don’t I need a jacket or something?” I asked, gazing at my leggings and thin grey long sleeve. Although I didn’t know what time it was, it was already chilly when I made my phone call earlier.

“Already sorted,” she replied instantly.

“Okaaayy then,” I said in surrender, relenting all control to her.

As we approached Billie outside on the main street waiting at the door of a cab, she held a black fluffy jacket out to me. “Took you guys long enough.” She turned to the open window. “Sorry, this is them,” she explained to the driver. “Thank you for waiting.” He not very nicely muttered something to himself. Not that we could expect anything less from New York drivers. At least he had waited.

“Yeah, well someone took a while to get with the program,” Kit joked as she slid in.

“Sorry! I didn’t realise she was serious,” I tried to justify as I followed her.

Billie laughed as she got in last, closing the door behind her. “I don’t blame you.”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?!” Kit exclaimed.

“Well a little explanation might help next time.” I gave her a pointed look and then broke out into a smile. “So what are we doing?”

“GIRL’S NIGHT!” They said in unison.

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We pulled up to a little frozen yoghurt shop.

“First stop: Fro-yo.” Kit seemed more than a little excited and to be honest, so was I. It was not what I was expecting—not that I had any idea what to expect when it came to Kit—but that’s what made it so much better.

We strolled in and headed straight for the yoghurt machines.

“Dessert fixes almost all problems,” Billie claimed, handing me a cup.

“And nothing beats filling your cup with toppings that cost an arm and a leg,” Kit added. “It’s quite therapeutic.”

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