Oh. Jack. She remembered him fairly well from the Halloween fiasco, chasing Kami around, drunk as could be and wallowing in some five-gallon bucket of self-pity. Linnaea wondered if he really paid attention to who she was at the party when he begged Kami for a dance. Forcing a natural smile (which was always something that came to her when she needed it most), Naea shook Jack's hand. "Yeah. No problem. I'm just glad to be rid of it to tell you the truth. I'd have a bonfire, but the city frowns upon that."
She jerked her head towards the hallway. "First door on the left. Suits, shirts and ties are in the closet. Shoes at the bottom if you want 'em." The apartment was, by all accounts, devoid of her belongings. David was all that was left in this place. As much as she desperately wanted to keep the apartment--the space alone made her feel like a queen, the affordability was out of her league.
Maybe someday, Your Majesty, thought Naea, rather wistfully.