Ouch. Okay. Anyway. You know what would prove her point? If she put a picture of Sadie next to a picture of Sawyer in order to showcase how not-good they looked together. Yes! That was better than the Venus diagram or whatever.

The stupid phone was still dead, though, so she got out her laptop. There was a picture of Sadie on the diner’s website, and since Eve had visited that website approximately eight hundred million times since Maya had casually mentioned Sadie’s crush, Google was not daunted by her drunken spelling and auto-filled the address for her.

Next she google-imaged Sayer Conlins.

Saywee Xolins.

Dang it!

She put her face right next to the keyboard and slowly typed S A W Y E R C O L L I N S M O O N F L O W E R B A Y.

She got some image hits, but they must have been older pictures, because he didn’t have a beard in any of them.

All right. Since her fingers weren’t working super well anyway, she’d just ask him for one.

And look! Her phone had come back from the dead! A New Year’s miracle! Since spelling was too hard for her right now, she went straight to her contacts and called him.

He picked up right away. “Evie. Finally. Is everything okay?”

“I need you to send me—”

“What’s wrong? I can be on the road in ten minutes. Do you need me to come get you?”

He was speaking urgently, though she couldn’t figure out why. “I’m fine. Can you hang on a sec?”

She switched over to her texts. Uh-oh. There were a bunch from him. Increasingly urgent ones that said things like Hi, I hope you’re having fun, but let me know that you made it home okay.

They escalated to Evie, you seemed like you were drunk at 6. It is now 12:30. ARE YOU OKAY?

“Hiiiii,” she said when she got back on the call. “My phone was dead. Sorry. I just saw all your messages. Happy New Year?”

She braced herself for a scolding from Mr. Responsible, but it didn’t come. He just expelled a breath and said, softly, “Are you home?”

“Yeah.” Not that this was home. This was her parents’ house. But she supposed it was the closest thing she had to a home in Toronto, since she’d given up her apartment. And Toronto was home.

Right?

Maybe she needed to do a diagram for that, too.

“Did you have fun?” he asked.

“I did. Did you?”

“I’m working. New Year’s eve isn’t usually as bad as the Mermaid Parade, but it’s one of our big nights.”

“Right. That sucks. Did you go to Sadie’s?”

“The diner?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Was I supposed to?”

She smiled. “No.”

“So what can I do for you?”