Twisted Perfection
Amy chirped, making our heads turn.
"Hi, Amy. Didn't see you there at all," Ryan gave her a nervous laugh and I kicked his seat, glaring at him.
"Ummm...Nate, about that text last night. It wasn't meant for you," she spoke, fidgeting with the sleeves of her dress and I let out a relieved sigh.
"Oh, thank god. I was really confused and this actually explains. No worries." I smiled at her while Ryan kept looking back and forth between us, having no idea what was going on.