For the past week, Alt consumed your mind. Sure, she was Johnny’s ex. She was long gone beyond the Blackwall. But you couldn’t deny that the way Johnny talked about her got under your skin. You wondered what Johnny saw in her, insecurity blossoming inside of you. Your hair was slathered in bleach when Johnny walked in, a skeptical look on his face.

“What’s with the new look? Weren’t planning on telling me?” His arms crossed over his chest with a stoic, uninterested gaze.