At first, Cali and Gemma are thrilled, but a couple of weeks in, when we’re at Edward’s and I’m counting the moments until I can leave to meet G at my apartment, Cali asks about us.

I shrug and smile. Nearly every night of the past week I’ve seen him, let him come over, fuck my brains out, and leave like a thief in the night. I tell myself I’m being modern.

“Yes, you’ve been seeing a lot of him, haven’t you? Judging from the dark circles under your eyes,” Gemma says. It’s just the four of us tonight. I catch Edward gazing at Cali slightly dreamily and wonder what he’s up to.

“Well, what does one come to Buenos Aires for if not for a romance?” Edward says, smiling.

“Is that what it is?” Cali asks. “Has he taken you on a date or anything?”

I laugh like she’s just said something ridiculous. “A date?”

“Come on,” she says, looking to Edward for backup. “You know what G is like. And what about Angelina?”

“Over. It was never anything serious according to him.” I’d asked him about this as well, the morning after our first night, panicked that I was in for a showdown I’d lose. But he said they’d cooled off, that it had only ever been a little fling, the natural consequence of their dance partnership—why did I think he forbade this sort of thing on the team?—but now they’d gotten it out of their system and they were back to being partners, just friends.

“You could have fooled me,” Cali says.

“Cali! You’re being a terrible spoilsport,” Gemma says.

“I’m being protective.”

“You’re sweet. But I’m having fun. Speaking of romance,” I say, “Gemma, how are things with Anders?”

“Oh god. He’s having a rough go of it.”

“Sister stuff?” Cali asks.

“Yes,” Gemma says. “I don’t mean to sound unsympathetic, but it just doesn’t seem healthy. I came over the other night and found him watching old videos of her on his laptop, shit-faced on aquavit and sobbing. He punched a hole in the wall!”

“While you were there?” I ask.

“Oh no, the carnage was there when I arrived. It was her birthday last week and it’s sent him into a death spiral.”

“How long ago did this all happen?” I ask.