But what if he'd slipped her a roofie?
Were immortals immune to those?
Thankfully, it had never happened to Fenella, but that was because she was always super careful with her drinks. She never let them out of her sight and held on to them until she was done drinking.
Returning to her bedroom, she retrieved her phone and dialed her roommate's number.
After several rings, the call went to voicemail.
"Hey, it's me," Fenella said after the beep. "Just checking to see if you're okay since you didn't come home last night. Call me when you get this."
She terminated the call and tried to tamp down her worry.
Shira is fine, and I'm overreacting.
After a moment's hesitation, Fenella called Din.
"Good morning, love," he answered almost immediately, sounding amused. "Or should I say good afternoon?"
"Good morning to you, too," Fenella said. "What's the point of working late if you can't sleep in?"
"Fair point. How are you feeling?"
"I missed you this morning. Any chance you want to come over and have breakfast with me? Shira's not home, and I don't want to eat alone."
She rolled her eyes at the words that had just left her mouth. Since when did she have a problem with doing anything without company?
"I'll be there in twenty minutes with coffee and pastries."
"You're my hero." She made a loud kissing sound. "See you soon."
Twenty minutes was just enough time to figure out what to wear for an outdoor party and get herself dolled up.
Would a pair of leggings and a button-down blouse work?
Or should she put on a dress?
She still had the one she'd borrowed from Jasmine, although given that Jasmine didn't want the dress back, it wasn't really borrowed. Fenella had worn it to meet Din at the café when he'd first arrived at the village, but she still didn't have the right shoes to wear with it other than the flip-flops Jasmine had given her.
Oh well, Din had seemed impressed then, so it couldn't be too bad. Besides, it wasn't as if she had a lot of options.
Fenella was just finishing her updo when the doorbell rang, and she opened it to find Din balancing a cardboard tray containing two large coffee cups and a paper bag that emitted the heavenly scent of fresh pastries.
"Caffeine delivery," he announced with a bright smile that had his left cheek dimple.
Fenella relieved him of the tray. "You're officially my favorite person."
"I aim to please." He leaned to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. "You look lovely."
"Thank you." She cast him a smile. "You look good yourself, Professor."
"Oh, this old thing?" He waved a hand over his outfit of black jeans and a gray button-down shirt, then followed her inside and closed the door behind him.
Fenella laughed. "That sounds like something Max would have said."
When Din didn't laugh back, she realized her mistake. "Didn't mean to imply that it was a lame joke."
He took a seat at the counter. "So, where is Shira off to this morning?"
