Charlie sat down on her own bed, across from Jessica. Despite their different lifestyles, she liked living with the other girl. Jessica was warm and bright, and while her ease as she went about the world still intimidated Charlie a little, now she felt like a part of it. Maybe being Jessica’s friend meant absorbing some of her confidence. “I haven’t seen him yet. I have to leave in …” She peered over Jessica’s shoulder at the clock. “Fifteen minutes.” “Are you excited?” Jessica asked. Charlie shrugged. “I think so,” she said.
