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“Pizza?”
“Pepperoni?”
“Double.”
And that right there is why we’re best friends.
She leaves my room to call Dominos and I get changed, sadly this time into my work uniform. Or what passes for a uniform. Donny, my boss, doesn’t care what we wear as long as our shirts are black and tight.
He’s a bit of a pig, but he pays well, so I put up with it.
I grab my black flats and carry them through to the front room. Day is on the phone again, this time telling Aaron that she’s having dinner with me and she doesn’t care if he booked a table somewhere. The call lasts approximately thirty seconds before she hangs up with a triumphant, “I love you!”
She looks up, shrugs, and waggles her baby finger with a smile.
I don’t doubt he’s wrapped around that tight. She could talk steel into bending itself to her will.
I drop onto the sofa next to her and prop my feet up on the coffee table. “Can I see the pictures?”
“I didn’t bring my laptop. Where’s yours?”
I fish it out from the side of the sofa and start it up while she grabs her camera cable. She takes the laptop from me when she sits back down and plugs the camera in. We wait as they load onto the computer, staring at the little box in the middle of the screen.
The second they do, she double-clicks on the first one. We flick through them one by one, and she drags her favorites into a separate folder as we go. We’re so engrossed that we almost miss the call from the pizza boy. I buzz him up and ignore the blatant way he stares at my boobs as I hand him the money.
“You’re in there, girl.” Dayton waggles her eyebrows.
I laugh. “Yeah, baby, I love them when they’re about to graduate high school.”
She snatches the pizza box from me and searches for the biggest piece like she always does. I’m not even bothered by it now. She’s been doing it for fifteen years.
“Do you remember,” she says around a mouth of pizza, “the time I dated that pizza boy?”
“I miss him. He got us free pizza all the time.”
“And he got me a big tum.” She pats her belly. “I dumped him because his free pizza was making me fat.”
I laugh, looking at her flat stomach. Unfortunately, neither of us was blessed with those incredible genes that mean you can eat crap all day and stay slim. We both know we’ll spend an extra hour working out tomorrow because of this pizza.
Before I know it, an hour has passed and I’m close to being late for work.
“Shit!”
“I’ll drive you,” Day says, packing her camera away.
“And how am I supposed to get home?”
“Call this number.” She digs her hand in her purse and hands me a card. “It’s Aaron’s car service. Just tell them to charge it to his account under my name.”
“Won’t he care?”
She opens my door and turns back to me, her eyebrow arched. “Liv, he won’t even notice.”
“Must be nice,” I mutter, following her out.
I collapse back onto my sofa. Pizza, a late night working, and the 30 Day Shred are not an ideal combination. In fact, they’re not desirable. Not in the slightest.
My phone rings and I reach for it lazily, not moving from my slouched position. “Hello?” I groan into the receiver.
