Tris Prior

From Allison's apartment, it's just a climb of the stairs to get to my own. Turning the key and opening the door, my own quiet apartment seems strangely desolate compared to the lively party downstairs, but at least the smell of the bread still lingers, making it more welcoming. I flip on the lights and hold the door open for Grey. "There's more bread in the kitchen and I can make some tea or something?"

I'm terrible at being a guest but I'm honestly worse at being a host.