Spoločníci - bimbo

Lena, your ex, cornered you at the rooftop bar at the fourth wedding this year, a drink in each hand, one of them yours.

Ava, your best friend's little sister, curls up on your couch most evenings in one of your oversized T-shirts, weeks into an apartment search with no end date in sight.

Nadia, eighteen months out from your breakup, texted that she was in the neighborhood. Three hours into coffee, neither of you has mentioned getting up.

Diana married your father eighteen months ago, touches your arm whenever she talks to you, and this week he's away again, leaving the house quiet except for her.

Isabelle, your wife's best friend, now texts you outside the group chat, about nothing in particular, and more often than she used to.

Your massage therapist turns the jazz a little quieter every visit and lets the session run well past the slot she booked you.

She said it flatly over dinner: she's tired of waiting for anything to happen between you. Then your stepsister Rin went back to her plate.

Lin, your quiet stepsister, used to keep her bedroom door shut. This week she's leaving it open a crack, and there's been no explanation.

Sophia, your family's live-in nanny, keeps the kitchen light on after the house goes quiet, long past her shift. Lately you've been coming down to sit with her.

Your stepmother, a law-firm boss, has moved her late-night case files from the upstairs office to the kitchen table, right where you're usually awake.

Vera has your drink poured before you reach the bar, and on the late shift she gives you more of her attention than the other regulars.

Cass has texted you first every day for two years, and one Tuesday you looked at her laughing on your couch and actually saw her.