Inside Apartment 19

You enter Maisie's - your apartment, and Tara follows.

She emits a low whistle, observing the chaos evidently left behind by someone packing for a holiday in a rush.

"Going somewhere?" She asks politely, but with a hint of disdain for the state you've left your apartment in.

"Yeah..." You say reflexively, not really sure what to make of this yourself.

"When were you going to tell me?" Tara asks pointedly.

"Right now, I guess." You mutter.

Tara's eyes narrow. "What's going on, Maisie? You've been acting strange for a while now."

"Just... Some personal stuff. I'm working some things out." You reply coyly, which is technically all true.

"Am I about to get another knock on the door at 3am from a very drunk Maisie proclaiming that she 'Doesn't want to do this any more' and then refusing to explain what 'this' is?"

"I should think not."

"Good. But you know, if you ever want to have a real chat, girl-to-girl, you know where I am. Assuming I'm around."

Your interpretation of the way she said 'around' is as if it's a common expression in this world.

"I might take you up on that." You **** a smile, and then use your body language to ler her know that it's time to leave.

Tara gives you a peck on the cheek, and finally, for the first time, you are alone, safe in your apartment.