The woman's name was Priya and she was clearly not going to let the coat thing go.
Zara, entirely unbothered, attempted to explain.
"He bought it for me when we went shopping," she said. "And then his friend dropped it at Ryan's apartment by mistake when he was returning our bags, so Ryan brought it tonight."
She said this as a complete explanation that resolved everything.
It resolved nothing.
Priya looked at Ryan. At Zara. At the bag. Back at Ryan. "Our bags," she said.
"We did some shopping," Zara said.
"Together."
"Yes."
"And the bags went to his apartment."
"Some of them."
Priya opened her mouth, closed it, and looked at the man beside her — whose name turned out to be Seth — with an expression that communicated volumes without saying anything.
Zara appeared genuinely unaware of what she was communicating.
Ryan kept his face neutral.
"Anyway," Zara said brightly. "Ryan, this is Priya — she handles PR for the agency. And Seth is one of our photographers."
