‘How was the event last night? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to hang out with you the whole time.’ 

Sorcha spins and stops herself from kicking Jason in the gut when her foot is just shy of his stomach. She settles herself with a deep breath, and she wraps an arm around her stomach. “May I help you?” she says, emotionless. 

Layla smiles and shakes his hand. “So.. do you know anything about this?” She gestures to the house.