11

SAM

“Spill it, woman. I can see that you had an eventful weekend,” Maya teases me as we walk together to our management class.

“I can’t escape from this, can I?” I’m actually excited to tell her, but nothing really eventful than I had lunch with Phoenix that was almost ruined by his ex.

“Nope. I’m not Amy, so you don’t have to tell me every detail.” She bumps her arm into me.

“We had lunch, then went to the park to eat ice cream and feed the ducks. So, there’s nothing really much to tell,” I tell her the short version, of course, without the sleeping in his house and the encounter with Phoenix’s ex.

“That’s it? What about when you get drunk and he sent you home?” she asks, wearing a wicked smile.

“I slept in his car.”

She laughs. “I knew you would sleep in his car, then?”

“Then he took me home,” I say slowly. “To his home.”

“What? Really? Oh, my God!” Her eyes widen and she shriek