The car drops me in front of my apartment. It's already past 9 p.m.
I sigh, dragging my feet to the elevator.
Damn… today was something else.
Who knew I could lie so well? They ate my fake theory like it was hot omurice on a cold day with extra ketchup.
The elevator dings. I step out, walk up to my door, and knock—two times, pause, then one knock.
Our code.
I slip the key in and turn it.
Click.
The door swings open.
And there he is.
Jiang, sitting perfectly still on the couch, hoodie on, legs crossed, holding a cup of tea like some knockoff drama prince. His antennae are tucked in. Hair perfect. Not a single alien glow.
He memorized the code knock. Good boy.
I close the door behind me, kick off my shoes, and flop onto the couch beside him.
"I survived," I mumble.
He holds out the tea. "Congratulations. Did you burn evils?"
I smack him with a cushion. "I lied, not committed crimes!"
He grins. "Still proud."
