“Kay?” she asked. “What are you doing here?”
“What does it look like?” he replied. “I’m here to see my darling stepsister.”
“You came all the way from Vancouver just to visit me?” she said. “Without even calling or emailing first?”
“Actually, I didn’t come from Vancouver,” he said. “I’ve… kind of been living in Victory City for a while now.”
“You… what?” she said. “How long?”
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and batted a stone back and forth between his boots.
“A couple years,” he said.
“A couple years?” she snapped. “Why is this the first I’m hearing of it?”
“That’s… complicated,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry to just show up like this, but I’m having apartment troubles and I need a place to crash for a bit. Can you help me out?”
He glanced up at her pleadingly. She stared into his eyes, trying to glean some hidden details, some ulterior motive, but saw nothing. Even when they were kids, he was the only person whose mind she couldn’t read.
“Okay, fine,” she said. “But only for a little while. I don’t have the space for a roommate.”
“You won’t even know I’m there,” he said.
“Right,” she said. “Come on, let’s get off the street.”
She unlocked the door and he followed her into the elevator.
“Nice building,” he said.
“It’s alright,” she said. “Can’t really afford anything better on minimum wage.”
“Yeah, I hear that,” he said. “You should see the shithole I’ve been living in.”
“For the past two years,” she said flatly.
“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he said. “I promise you I had my reasons.”
The elevator opened. Angela led Kay down the hall and into her apartment. She glanced around quickly; the place was a bit messy but nothing too egregious.