Tasting my Best Friends
“So tell me, Ray? Harvey called me nonstop the other night, but I didn’t pick up. Was too mad to.”
“Yeah, I—We’re not talking about me.” I shook my head. “How about we watch a movie, have ice cream, and do each other's makeup?”
“I’d love that, but... he’s waiting for me.”
“Oh no worries. We can do that anytime.”
“Yes, and next time I want all the details on our celebrity,” she smirked, standing up.
I nodded, walking her to the gate. Like she said, a car was waiting—her boyfriend’s.