"Fantastic," Mr. Maclay said curtly, clearly not that interested.

"Tara, we have to take care of some errands, but we'll see you for dinner."

It wasn't a request. Tara nodded, eyes cast down.

"Nice to meet you," he said, and lead his son away. Tara turned to her roommate. "S-sorry. About." She waved her hand to indicate the door. "You know."