Summary:

Zane Boodram swung the door open, cutting himself off when he saw who waited on the other side.

“Hollander!” he greeted after a second, voice warm but eyes wide in shock. “Wasn’t expecting you tonight!” He paused for a moment, then continued in a softer tone, still warm but growing in confusion. “Not to be blunt, but what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh, um… Ily—Rozanov invited me.”

Or, after their fight, Shane turns around.