C6 Tequila and Truths

Skylar pushed open the apartment door just after 7:30 p.m., the scent of garlic and melting cheese hitting her like a warm hug. Mia had clearly gone all out—three pizza boxes stacked on the marble island, a bottle of good tequila already open, two shot glasses waiting, and limes sliced into perfect wedges.

Mia stood at the counter in oversized sweats, curly hair piled into a messy bun