Something So Sweet
“It doesn’t suit you.”
“Yeah, well, mopey, cranky, and self-pitying doesn’t suit you.” She swallowed and took another bite. “I mean, do what you want. But just know that if you don’t figure out how to stop sucking the life out of every room you enter, I may need to find another wing woman.”
I stole a mozzarella stick and bit into it as I mulled over her words.
“Now, I’m all for making the dude suffer,” Cat continued, moving on to the chicken wings. “But at what cost, Tierney?” She bit into a wing. “At. What. Cost?”