one missed call

one hundred - ten

rita hears the door open and shut before jumping off the couch, leaving the TV on in the living room.

"hey."

he snaps his head at her direction. "oh--uh hey"

"where've you been?"

kale raises his eyebrow, "why does it concern you?"

she bites her lip, "have you visited north this week, yet?"

he sighs and rubs his temple "i'm going to soon." he makes a move toward the kitchen but she steps in front of him.

"kale, who's nathan?"

he freezes and his eye twitches, "where did you get that name?"

"he was north's old friend, wasn't he? and he's dead?"

"yeah. so? it was ten years ago and it's not even your business."

"i just wanted to know how he died."

"i really wouldn't know."

she steps closer with a determined glare. "i have a feeling you really do."