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I glance at her.
“Hey, don’t criticize the way we organize our stuff.”
“Have you seen me?” She points at herself with her right hand.
I can’t hold back the snicker when I connect the dots. Bree can’t reach the shelves. Not even if she stood on the tip of her toes.
“Okay, dwarf. How do you organize everything in your apartment?” Curiosity sparks inside me. I reach the shelf and take out two glasses and two plates. Bree mutters something barely audible. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“We have a ladder,” she repeats louder.
The laugh that emerges from my mouth is hysterical, my shoulders shaking.
“What?”
Bree glares at me, sending me straight to hell with one look.
“Don’t be a jerk.”
I hold up my hands.
“Why did you want the glass for?” I question instead.
“For the wine, duh,” she replies in an obvious tone.
“We have other glasses for that.” I point at the other shelf with my thumb.
Bree ignores me and grabs the bottle with confidence, opening it expertly. I know for a fact that she drinks wine a lot because it’s the only way she can open it like that.
“I can fit more wine in here,” she argues, shaking her empty cup to prove her point as she pours a considerable amount of the burgundy liquid.
I think Pat would’ve had a heart attack by Bree’s lack of etiquette. The truth is that I don’t have a preference to understand how the division of glasses works. Everything is pretty much the same for me, so I don’t care.
I let her drink whatever she wants and proceed to divide the food between our plates. I let Ryder serve himself because I’m not his personal waiter, and he has been a pain in the ass. Holding the dishes, I step to the table when Bree’s hand wraps around my arm.
“I don’t eat on tables,” Bree explains out of nowhere, grabbing one of the plates. She puts it on the marble surface of the island, and when I think that she’s going to eat standing, Bree hops on the island, sitting next to the plate. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Shaking my head, I decide that there’s not a proper way to get her. She just does whatever is on her mind without giving explanations, and I don’t mind it. She surprises me for sure, but I’m getting used to this.
“I’m convinced that you’re from another world.”
Bree laughs.
Instead of going to the table, I stay with her, putting my plate next to hers and take a bite from the food.
Bree moans when she leads the fork to her mouth. Nodding a couple of times, she allows the taste to settle.
A spark of pride blossoms on my chest because, even if she hasn’t admitted it, I know that I impressed her.
We eat in silence. I’m amused by the fact that Bree eats quickly, almost seeming like she’s going to choke on the food, or as if someone is going to take it away. She finishes before I do and stays drinking the rest of her wine.
“I told you that I was hungry,” she excuses herself, her cheeks acquiring a pink tone when she catches me staring.
“I don’t judge you, I swear. Out of the two of us, you’re the judgy one.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Bree pleads, rolling her eyes with irritation. “I might cancel this friendship trial.”
“Oh, no, no. You can’t back out, Bree. We’re friends, you admitted it yourself.” Ryder coughs from the living room, letting me know that he’sstilllistening to us. I suppress the monumental impulse of hitting him. “You can’t get rid of me.”
