The tension in the air was rapidly growing until a knock sounded at the door, causing Caleb to feel relieved from the awkwardness. He was greeted by TJ holding a garbage bag full of what he assumed to be his girlfriend’s.

“I convinced her to get rid of some stuff for Goodwill. Didn’t think she’d give me this much,” he laughed as he handed the bag over to Caleb. 

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate it,” Caleb nodded before looking behind him Lola momentarily. “Uh, step out into the hall with me for a minute.”

“What’d you tell Smith?” Caleb asked once he closed the front door shut behind him.

“That you were sick. He thinks it’s ‘cause of the Jimmy thing, so I’d just go with that,” TJ explained. “You figure anything out? You’re gonna have to let her go or hand her over to Smith eventually.” 

Caleb sighed. “I know. I just feel like Smith’s gonna do something harsh to her. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

TJ’s face morphed into a quizzical expression. “Why do [i]you[/i] care?” 

“She’s a woman,” he whispered. “I know Smith has the same beliefs as we do, but the potential blowback could make him change his mind. She’s a young girl. I think she’ll keep quiet.”

TJ nodded and sighed. “Fine, man. Let me know if you need anything.” 

“Thanks,” Caleb waved as he entered the apartment once again, this time tossing the bag of clothes on the floor next to Lola’s feet. “I guess pick what you want. The rest I’ll get rid of.”

He resumed his seat on the couch, slightly wiggling his body to help him sink down into a comfortable position. Hopefully with her dressed, he'd find it easier to keep his eyes off her and mind on the situation at hand. Hopefully.