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!”