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“Andrew’s right, though,” Yasmine said. “If you must leave us at the end of the month”—someone pretended to sob in the background—“at least have the decency to do something epic. This life is too short to sit at a desk if that’s not your style.”
I sighed, clicking through all of my tabs. “But see, that’s the thing,” I said. “I don’t know anything different.”
“Then we’ll teach you something different,” Jean Lee said. The accompanying grin didn’t make me feel better at all.
We finally stopped to take a break in a town just over the neighboring state’s border. We all clamored off of the bus, some of us heading toward the bathroom. Andrew made a beeline for the diner and I followed.
When we got inside, I looked around. The walls were dingy, covered with photos of famous people who had visited the diner. Home of the 5-pound slammer! a sign said cheerfully. There were several photos of people behind a monster of a meat patty.
“Thinking about entering their contest?”
I rolled my eyes at Andrew. “Wouldn’t dream of it, actually.” I smirked. “You should give it a go, though.”
“Is that a bet?” He tilted his head and smiled. “You gonna put up or shut up, Jones? I know how much you love to be proven wrong.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You may have won all past bets, Parker,” I said. “But one day, I will win.”
“Face it, Ace. You’re terrible at predicting outcomes.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are. Matter of fact, I know how much you love absolutes, so here’s one: you are absolutely terrible at predicting future outcomes. How’s that?”
“That’s an absolute that is not true.” I sniffed. I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ll prove you wrong one day.”
“But not today?” Andrew said, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. “Not ready to lose a bet yet?”
I scoffed. “I’m not setting myself up,” I said. “It wouldn’t be a fair shot.”
Andrew shrugged. “Fine, wimp out if you want to,” he said. We followed the waitress to the booth in the back. “There’s no shame in that.”
I picked up the menu and scanned it quickly. “You will not goad me into betting that you can’t eat that big-ass burger. Stop trying.”
“What’s a little friendly competition, though?”
“Andrew…”
“Ace…”
I sighed and put down my menu. “Can you just pick something to order, already? I’m starving.”
The waitress came back with two waters and put them on the table. “Know what ya want?”
“Can I have a stack of pancakes, please?” I said. “And a side of bacon.”
“Same,” Andrew said. We handed our menus to the waitress and she walked off.
“Why do you do that?”
I dragged my eyes from the window and frowned at Andrew. “Do what?”
“Use that high-pitched voice when you talk to strangers?”
“You’re really getting on my case today, Minnie. Can I live?”
“Seriously though, Ace. What gives?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What high-pitched voice?”
