She shakes her head. "I think it's in my coat. I think I left it at the club." She's pretty sure she doesn't have to explain that she left in a hurry, or why. So she doesn't. She just thumbs through his contact list until he finds Girl, then texts her.

im home, she taps. left my shit at the club. Then, belatedly, this is jillie. She sets the phone down and pushes her face into her hands.

"I just wanted some air," she says, frustrated. "He came out of nowhere, said I don't dress like this if I don't want attention." She shudders to remember, and starts to scratch at her arms where he'd grabbed her.