Liz knew it was bad news when Zeth showed up. She did her best to stay calm about it. After all, her job was rather intense. There was always something to do at the law office. They needed eyes to look at files, not AI. Needless to say, she just wanted to relax, not put up with Cole's best friend.
"Where did he come from?" She was dead serious.
"You know, we text," Cole shrugged like it was no big deal.
"But, but you're working now. You need to stay away from him." She knew their story. When they got together, they drank, they hung out. They were idiots together.
"Well, maybe I quit," he was smart-mouthed about it, which didn't sit well with her. He implied she was doing her own thing, wasn't she? It was as if this were her fault. Not his.
Liz shook her head as if she knew he would never listen to her.
"Fine! As long as he's here, I'm going to Delia's!" She shot him a look that she was serious. She was tired of being his babysitter. She stuffed some things in her backpack. It wasn't much, but she did need clean undies. She left in a huff while Zeth was out getting snacks and beer. No way did she want to be around the two of them.
But of course, when she knocked on Han's door, no one answered. Just what she needed. Running away in her sleep pants and a tank. She didn't know where to go. Delia said they'd be friends, but she knew she was just a maybe to her. That was generally her MO. She'd grown not to expect much from anyone, yet she still felt jilted.
Her stomach growled about then. Ugh, just what she needed. She looked in her wallet. Of course, she didn't have cash, just her debit card. Thankfully, Cole wasn't a part of her bank account. She was glad she hadn't partnered with him. Now she wondered why she ever came this far with him.
Bitter tears got the best of her as she decided she'd have to get something to eat, maybe at the convenience store, but as night was setting in, it would be chilly, and the store was a few blocks away. Liz pushed the button on the elevator to go down, but when the door opened, it was Ezra with a box of pizza.
"You're not going out like that, are you?" He was in his hoodie and jeans, and said a cold front had moved through.
She nodded.
"What's going on?"
Liz nursed her bottom lip. She didn't want to be this upset, but it was true that her life was in limbo.
"You can tell me about it, over pizza," he told her. There was enough sausage and mushroom pizza for both of them.



