I take in a long inhale, release a long exhale, and then I knock. “Who is it?” “Ruslan.” A beat of silence. And then: “No thank you.” “Emma. I just want to see how you’re doing.” “Tell Kirill he’s an ass. And we’re not friends anymore.” It’s good to know that he’s still got my back even in the face of his newfound affection for Emma. I need to tone down my inner asshole around him. The man doesn’t deserve it.
