Lena didn’t answer. A few seconds later, she just hung up.

I blinked, a little surprised. Guess she’d made up her mind. That was Lena for you- straight to the point, no second-guessing. Honestly, she was braver than me like that.

Not that I hadn’t been firm before. When I dumped Jace, it was done. The random run-ins after? Not exactly my choice. Still, seeing Lena and Nate end like this? A bit of a downer, but I kept my mouth shut. Love’s like coffee-only you know if it’s bitter or sweet. Lena’s phone buzzed again while we sipped tea. She glanced at it, saw the message from Nate: [Lena, I’m leaving.]

Her expression didn’t even twitch. “I’ll block him later,” she said casually.

“If you can’t do it, I’ll gladly help,” I teased, smirking.

She shot me a look-the classic-bestie, stop talking glare. By the time we left with the package, Nate was still sitting in her inbox, unanswered.

On the ride home, Lena scrolled through her phone. I caught her hovering over Nate’s chat, skimming their old texts. After a second, she laughed, dry and sharp.