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I rolled my eyes. “I’m trying to.”

“Sorry,” she giggled.

“Anyway,” I shook my head. “It was Trace.”

“No!” She screamed. “Why was he on campus?”

“They were towing some guy’s car,” I ran a finger over the glossy menu.

“So, he talked to you, right?” She pressed.

I nodded. “You’ll never believe what I asked him, though,” I blushed.

“What did you do, Livie?” She shrieked, her hand twitching where it rested on the table. I was sure she wished she could knock some sense into me.

“I asked him if he was stalking me,” I mumbled, staring at the tiled tabletop.

“Olivia!” She gasped.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “It slipped out! I wasn’t expecting to see him on campus and he surprised me!”

Avery shook her head at my stupidity. “You have so much to learn.”

“You know what he asked me?” I inserted, tracing a fingernail around the designs on the tile.

“What?” She questioned with narrowed green eyes.

“He wanted to know why I was so awkward around him,” I bit my lip.

“Livie

! Really? I need to give you lessons on being normal around guys,” she shook her head, pursing her red lips.

“And how would you do that?” I asked.

“I’d wear a dildo, of course,” she chuckled.

“Avery,” I groaned.

The waiter appeared, clearing his throat, and my cheeks colored at knowing he’d heard what Avery said.

“What can I get you ladies to drink?” He asked.

Avery ordered water and I asked for sweet tea.

When he was out of earshot, I hissed, “Can you not say stuff like that when we’re in public?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a free country. I’ll say what I want, when I want.”

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“So,” she leaned forward, smiling, “you’ve still got your date, on Friday, right?”

“It’s not a date!” I cried, banging a closed fist against the table.

“Oh, it’s a date,” she smirked. “I hope you have some sexy lingerie hiding underneath your wimple.”

“Avery!”

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