Xavier's POV I maneuver the car off the busy street and into the small parking lot of my favorite fast food joint. Finding an empty spot, I hop out at the same time as Zoey.  Originally I had a lunch reservation at a top-end restaurant but canceled at the last minute since I have a craving for a real cheeseburger and shake, not foreign chicken. I also wanted to check on the place, it had been a while since I've been. My eyes dart around the surroundings as we both walk in silence up to the entrance. The outside looks better— way better— than the last time I was here.  I'm glad they're putting the money to good use.  The bell rings as we enter the now air conditioned building.

Zoey's POV I stare over at the contract on the table as if I expect it to pounce on me at any moment.  Maybe it will and I would deserve the scratches I get. I can't believe that I recklessly signed the paper. How can I be so stupid and impulsive?  I've been sitting here for almost half an hour now. I gingerly sip my second cup of coffee as I try to conjure up ways to get my signature off the immaculate paper. I thought of everything from white-out to markers to disfiguring it but came up with nothing. Everything I came up with is between childish and downright stupid. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. I must be outta my mind. I'm just elated that Kat's still asleep. She had the day off. Today's Sunday meaning that tomorrow she will be leaving. I don't thin

Zoey's POV I set down the big duffel bag on the bed. As I empty the drawers, I toss the contents into the bag. Hurrying to the bathroom, I cleared the cabinets and dump all the toiletries into another section of the bag. Finally I place the clothes I bought yesterday inside a shopping bag and tied it before stacking it on top of the other clothes. There, all set. I zip the duffel bag and placed the contract next to it before walking out and into the kitchen.  The place feels oddly quiet. I guess it has to do something with Kat not being here anymore.  She left for her flight a bit earlier in the morning. I did follow her to the airport where things got emotional. We both cried our eyes out. 

Zoey's POV I set down the now empty bowl on the nightstand. I make a mental note to return it to the kitchen before I go off to bed.  Seconds later, a crash comes from downstairs alerting every cell in my body. Maybe it's a house pet or something. I ignore it and focus back on the laptop's screen. Another loud crash rings throughout the house, followed by hush voices.  What the actual fuck?  I pause the movie then remove the Airpods, setting them both on the other side of the bed. Heaving a short sigh I silently roll out of bed and looked for possible defense weapons.  This is stupid maybe I should just call the police.

Zoey's POV I give myself a once over in the floor length mirror. My damp hair now hangs down to my tank top, wetting bits and pieces of the fabric. Damnit. I wordlessly pull on a pair of worn, faded jeans then the converse I bought on my thrift store run.  I am seriously contemplating if I should go back downstairs. I wonder if Natasha will be down there. I really don't want to have another run in with her.  I almost screwed things up, I'm just relieved that Xavier dominated the whole situation. My stomach grumbles, reminding me that I'd barely had anything to eat since last night.  I push my hair over my shoulders as I exit the room