Dini rolled her eyes. OMG, was Ayala seriously going to get all sensitive on her? Hadn’t they been friends too long for that?
Another meeting, another awkward confession, Dini thought wryly as she pulled her car into Ayala’s parking lot, checked her sheitel in the mirror, and reviewed one last time how she would explain the existence of the CT volunteer club to Ayala.
She walked into the building and went up in the elevator, taking a deep breath to still her nervousness before knocking on the door. Why did it seem like every time she’d gotten together with Ayala recently, it had been either to apologize or be apologized to? What had happened to their old, uncomplicated friendship?
“Hi, Dini. Come in.”
Dini shot a quick glance at Ayala as she walked inside. Granted, Ayala had never been the effusive type, but was it just her imagination that her greeting was more frigid than usual?
“Hello to you, too, partner,” Dini said as she took off her jacket and sat down on the couch. “Wow, I’m not used to your place being so quiet.”
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