I stare ahead like a confused idiot, unable to do much more than blink in shock for several seconds.
What in the hell of all hells is Mindy, of all people, doing at my apartment? And this early in the morning?
She’s wearing a black and silver ruffled dress that looks like it could buy this entire apartment complex and maybe even the entire street leading up to it. Her hair is in the same sleek bun from last night, but she looks as fresh as ever, as if she just got back from a full day at the spa.
Goodness, did she even sleep last night?