It’s a little past 11 at night when the team’s weekly game night starts winding down, and one by one they start to leave your apartment. With a fresh glass of wine in front of you and no plans for the rest of the night, you bid the guys goodnight and let them know you’re going to finish cleaning up in a bit. “I’m gonna stay for a bit, help you with the last bit of cleaning you have left.” Zoe says from across the table as you feigned surprise, your eyebrows raising slightly in faux shock. She shrugs as she moves to stand next to you at your kitchen island, leaning her arms against the marble countertop as she gave you a small side glance with a barely noticeable, knowing smirk.

“If you don’t mind, of course.” She adds on, her smirk quickly falling back into a neutral expression and moving her eyes to watch as the rest of the lingering team put on their shoes, bidding goodbye as they did. You had been together for around two months now, keeping it a secret from Zoe’s team and your brother. You had kept up the facade that Zoe was still icy towards you, polite enough not to cause any problems but not really extending any branches of friendship. But behind closed doors when it was just the two of you it was whole entire different story.