Evan Buckley knocked once before letting himself into her apartment, a bag of takeout in hand. “I brought Thai,” he called, kicking the door shut. She jumped, nearly dropping her tablet as she scrambled to close the browser tab filled with listings—homes outside of LA.

“Buck! You scared me,” she said, tucking the tablet behind a cushion on the couch.

He squinted at her. “You okay? You look… guilty.” She laughed a little too quickly. “Just tired.”

He sat beside her, eyes scanning the room. “You’ve been weird lately. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she said, forcing a smile.

But Buck’s gaze drifted to the edge of the tablet peeking out. He reached for it.

She lunged. “Don’t!”

He froze. “What are you hiding?”

Her heart pounded. She wasn’t ready to tell her best friend she was planning to leave LA—especially not like this.