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“Yeah,” Leeah adds. “It’s Batman.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, having no context on the argument.
“Just take the yellow plates and I’ll take the blue plates,” Nick says.
Oh I see what’s happening. Nick isn’t getting his way and is seriously arguing over the color of the cheap plates in the party aisle of the grocery store. This would be humiliating if he were my husband.
But. He’s not.
“Get him, Amanda,” I whisper to myself. “Rip his head off.”
He’s probably using the blue plates because his fiance said she wants blue. She did seem like the kind of bitch would always get what she wants. Makes me sick.
“Listen, prick,” Amanda says, her tone growing more and more stern. “I don’t know who you think you are, but this is for a sick kid’s birthday party and I’m getting the damn blue plates. Back off.”
The bite in her tone has the air standing still. She really lied to Nick about Aiden being a sick kid?
Yowza.
I could hear the sound of his footsteps, but they were heading in the other direction. Amanda actually scared him away.
I peek around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before I walk their way and place the ice cream in the cart.
“You won’t believe what just happened,” Leeah says, rolling her eyes.
They give me the quick version of everything I just heard, but leave out the part where Amanda lies about Aiden being sick to make Nick feel bad. As we turn the corner to leave the aisle and head for the register, I look over my shoulder in the direction Nick went.
A part of me actually feels bad for him.
Amanda is a beast.
“Are you okay?” Amanda asks as she follows my gaze down the party aisle.
I force a smile and nod. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Did you know him?” Leeah asks, pointing as though Nick’s still standing there.
“What makes you think that?” I ask.
“Because we saw you come from the ice cream aisle, but then you didn’t make an appearance until he was gone,” Amanda says, crossing her arms like she’s about to interrogate me.
“I hate that you’re in law,” I groan.
Leeah mimics Amanda’s pose and crosses her arms. “Spill.”
“There’s nothing to spill,” I lie. “I just have a history with him I guess.”
“You mean from the club last night?” Amanda asks.
I feel the blood drain from my body. “What do you mean?”
“Geani told everyone that you made a scene in front of a guest,” Leeah confesses. “But we just assumed she was blowing smoke.”
“I recognized him from the club,” Amanda admits. “But I didn’t think anything of it until you dodged the party supplies aisle like it was full of syphilis.”
I chuckle despite myself. “You have such a way with words.”
“Stop dodging the topic,” Leeah says. For such a short and quiet person, she has her feisty moments.
