Cienna stepped to the side for Julie, and she walked in. Instinctively, she slipped off her shoes and left them next to the front door. She set Cienna's purse, which had her book, on the couch and walked over to the glass doors. She looked out over the lit city, taking in the view. It was breath taking, and Julie had to pull herself away from the view. That wasn't her main concern right now. She looked back at Cienna. She had no idea how to start.
"I-I'm.... A-are you...," she finally sighed in frustration. She didn't want to bring up anything that would hurt Cienna any further, but she felt like she needed to talk to her. Many sentences raced through her mind. She should apologize. She should ask if she was okay, even though it was obvious she wasn't. She should insist that they're too dangerous for each other. She should say how much she hated the universe for doing this to Cienna, and to her, and to everyone. She said none of these things. She let them go for now.
As Julie turned to Cienna, she said, "Let's go dancing."
