I watched Iris settle into her drawing routine, which involved approximately seventeen different colored pencils and the kind of focused concentration usually reserved for bomb defusal. She'd positioned herself at an angle where the light hit her sketchbook perfectly, and Gerald the unicorn sat propped against the armrest like he was supervising her artistic process.
"You realize tomorrow everything changes, right?" I said, dropping into the chair across from her.
"Everything changed the day you spilled coffee on Cassidy's shirt. Tomorrow is just when you stop pretending it didn't." Her pencil moved across the paper with quick, confident strokes. "Besides, Sabrina's been planning this longer than anyone realizes. She told me she started liking you before you even noticed her."
