The Girl He Chose
"So, he bought me first-row tickets for concerts! Oh wait, now that I've said it out loud, it does feel like I'm leeching off him!"
Natalie sounded like she was grumbling, but her voice was dripping with sweet happiness.
Meanwhile, my face grew paler with every word she said.
Jonathan coughed, and Natalie smacked her head, frustrated. "Sorry. I didn't mean to show off. Can I get your Instagram? Message me if you have more spare furniture to sell."
Jonathan wanted to stop her, but she quickly scanned my QR code. "I'm not relying on you. I want to be self-sufficient."