“Can we talk?” Tara asks you. You swallow and nod, letting her into your apartment.

You knew what this was about. A week ago, you and her had gotten drunk together. One thing led to another and you ended up in bed together. She was gone before you woke up, and every part of your friendship had been strained since. You understood, if she changed her mind. If she wanted to go back to being friends. It would just take time, you told yourself.