The cool night air bit at Aiah's bare skin as she leaned against the brick wall outside the bar, head tilted back, eyes closed.
Her heels dangled from her fingertips, and the buzz of tequila warmed her chest.
Stacey paced in front of her, still ranting.
"I cannot believe you called your ex to pick you up. Like, who does that?"
Aiah smirked lazily, eyes half-lidded.
"Me. I do that."
"Oh my God." Stacey threw her hands in the air. "I should've confiscated your phone after the fourth shot."
Aiah giggled, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat down on the curb.
"She offered. Well... technically, I asked."
Stacey groaned.
"You literally had one job—don't drunk call Mikha!"
Aiah hummed, not particularly interested in the lecture.
"She gets it."
Stacey stopped pacing, eyeing her.
"That's what scares me."
Aiah's phone buzzed in her lap.
She blinked at the screen.
Mikha: I'm outside.
Aiah's breath hitched for a second.
"Oh, she's here."
Stacey turned, narrowing her eyes at the line of parked cars.
Sure enough, Mikha's car was idling by the curb, headlights casting long shadows.
Mikha leaned against the driver's side, casually dressed in an oversized hoodie and joggers, hands tucked in her pockets.
Her hair was tied back messily, and despite the late hour, she looked infuriatingly composed.
Stacey stared.
"You're actually letting her take you home?"
Aiah stood up, wobbling slightly, catching herself on the wall.
"Yep."
Stacey groaned.
"You're lucky I love you. Text me when you get home."
Aiah grinned, wobbling over and wrapping Stacey in a loose hug.
"Thanks, Staks. You're the best."
"I know." Stacey rolled her eyes but squeezed her back.
Aiah turned and slowly made her way to Mikha's car.
Mikha watched her approach, one brow raised.
"Well, look who's still standing."
Aiah giggled, wobbling slightly.
"Barely."
Mikha smirked, opening the passenger door for her.
"Get in before you fall over."
Aiah climbed in, dropping her heels to the floor and slumping against the seat.
Mikha closed the door and circled back to the driver's side, sliding in smoothly.
They sat in silence for a beat before Mikha spoke, her tone light.
"So, this is what I get for answering your call at 2 AM?"
Aiah let out a tired laugh.
"I didn't know who else to call."
