40. Bryanna

"I think I'm done."

I wake up from the stupor I was in and put the milkshake back onto the table at last. Then I clean my hands with the napkin. Dump the dirty paper on my plate. At the very last, I paste the fakest smile on my face and direct it to Mo.

She knows. She knows what I'm honestly asking of her.

Get me out of here.

She slaps the same fake smile as quick. However it is a little slanted, making her look like she's battling constipation right now.

My smile morphs into something a bit more real. Only her.

I internally shake my head. But, I still need to get out of this hell, like five seconds ago.

"Linc, can we get these boxed? I'm sorry, but suddenly I have this urge to eat at home where I can stretch my legs and watch some bad TV with my best friend. You know, enjoying the good life."

What the heck? What is she talking about? Only her. Indeed, only MY best friend.

"Okay."

Lincoln's voice pictures his bewilderment perfectly.

I still don't have the nerve to look at him.