Slammed Shut

The receptionist eyed him, lazily chewing her gum, the pop of each bubble matching the disinterested look on her face. She leaned an elbow on the counter, her painted nails tapping idly against the surface.

“So… is she a friend or something?” she asked, one brow arched in curiosity.

Tristan offered a casual smile. “You could say that.”

She tilted her head, studying him with the kind of slow, linge