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"Am I?" he said, looking surprised. "I guess Rosalie just brings the happy out in me."
"I guess so." I chuckled as he closed the door behind him.
"So what have we got for lunch today?" he said as he made his way to the kitchen and rubbed his stomach. Rosalie looked up at him with a smile and opened the fridge door.
"Oh my gosh. You two are too much," I said as he went to stand next to Rosalie and look in the fridge.
"What? We're hungry." Rosalie turned to me. "All we had was a plain bagel with butter this morning."
"Hmm, why? Why didn't you eat more?"
"Well, because Oliver told me he wanted to take me to this fancy brunch."
"Which I did," he said quickly.
"Sounds good. So what happened?" I responded, curiously
"Well ..." Rosalie stepped toward me, a glass of orange juice in her hand. "We get to the restaurant ..." She paused to giggle as Oliver groaned.
"Yeah?" I encouraged her to go on.
"And there was this huge line."
"Oh no. So you guys left because of the line?"
"Oh no, we didn't leave." She shook her head and fluffed her hair. "We stood in the line." She paused dramatically. “We definitely stood there...”
"Oh, cool." I raised an eyebrow. “You going to continue the story and explain?”
"We stood in the line for an hour and seven minutes, in fact."
"Okay ... Wow. I know this story won’t end well because you guys only had a bagel."
Oliver groaned. "Okay, I messed up. How was I to know?"
"How were you to know?" Rosalie sighed. "Alice, he never got a reservation. We never put our names down on the list. So we were standing in line for nothing. We got to the front of the line, and the hostess was like, 'What's your name? I'll let you know how much longer you have.' And I was like, 'Rosalie.' And she said, 'No, we don't have a Rosalie.' And then I said, 'Oliver.' And Foster just stared at me. He didn't even say anything."
"Don't you mean Oliver?" I said, laughing.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I'm so annoyed that I keep messing up their names." She looked at Oliver. "You see what you do to me, Oliver?"
"Hey, I don't know if I should be concerned that you keep calling me your brother's name."
She giggled. "You shouldn't be concerned."
"Continue the story, please, guys. I want to know what happened next."
"Well, Oliver was standing there, acting affronted. He couldn't believe that this hostess couldn't find his name. So then she said, 'Well, when did you make a reservation?' And he goes—"
"I said, 'Last night'...which wasn’t exactly true,'" Oliver groaned. "But how was I supposed to know they've been booked for the last two months?"
Rosalie made a face. “I was so embarrassed because then the hostess says, 'I think you might have the wrong restaurant, sir. We haven't been taking reservations for months.'”
“Oops.” I giggled.
"So we ended up leaving and arguing." Rosalie gave Oliver a pointed look. “Though he really deserves to be ignored for the next ten million days.”
"Oh no, you guys didn't really argue over that, did you?"
