But Sanford was in high spirits.

“Is your place just up ahead?"

"Yep," Maggie replied quietly.

Following her directions, Sanford drove into the gated apartment complex.

Maggie's pad was freshly rented. It was an awesome loft, with super high ceilings and well-equipped furniture.

Maggie swung the door open and handed Sanford a pair of throwaway slippers.

Sanford cocked an eyebrow, pondering if he should start stashing some stuff here.

"Have a seat. I'll grab you some water," Maggie said, making her way to the kitchen.

Sanford grinned a bit, checking out the cozy spot, then settled onto the couch.

"Here you are."

Maggie plopped down across from him, lost for words.

“Why are you way over there? Scoot up closer," Sanford suggested.

Maggie got up and obediently nestled next to him.

Sanford brushed a lock of hair from her face and asked, "Has Karl ever hung out here?"

Maggie shook her head firmly. "Nope."

Sanford's eyes fixed on her. “He's saying he'll wait for you forever. Does that touch you?"

Maggie jumped a bit, her eyes flickering.

It seemed he'd overheard her chat with Karl earlier. No wonder he looked so upset.

“Why are you always Listening in?"

“Quit dodging the subject. Look at me and give me an answer."