"You should probably sleep. Sabrina doesn't need you to be prepared. She needs you to show up."
Iris returned to her drawing, adding shading that transformed the flat sketches into something that looked almost alive. The detail work was getting good enough that I could see individual expressions on each figure's face.
I made it through about three pages of Vivienne's relationship guidance before giving up and setting my phone aside. The girl had included footnotes. Footnotes about dating strategies. Either she was taking this more seriously than anyone had a right to, or she was nervous enough to channel her anxiety into the kind of overpreparation that resulted in color-coded spreadsheets.
"Zay?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't try to be anyone else tomorrow. Sabrina already knows who you are. That's why she wants you."
