"Ryder."

"What?" I asked as I dug through my shirt drawer.

"Put on a shirt."

"Why do you think I'm looking for one?" I asked, grabbing a shirt out of the drawer and closing it. "If you really wanted me to have a shirt on, you could have waited until after I put clothes on from my shower."

"Yes, because I totally know whenever you're going to shower."

I put on my shirt over my head. "How's... Lachine, right?"

"Right," Mae said. "It's... okay."

I looked at my laptop screen with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you sure? I thought you loved it there."

"I did, I mean I do," she said,...