Lenni smiles but gives a disapproving shake of her head. “Cam’s not selfish. I don’t have to worry about him making decisions without considering me. I have to worry about him making them without considering himself.”
“Guess someone needs to work on himself.” I wink. “Okay, but seriously, what else can you do but be honest about what you want and then step back and let him make his choices?”
“I’m trying to, but what I want from him is ... a lot. And I have to make choices too. Compromise goes both ways, right?”
“Let’s be real, compromise fucking sucks. But you’reallowed to have needs, Lenni. And you have to take care of yourself because—” I stop myself and look at her.
She raises her eyebrows expectantly. “Do go on, wise one. You know how much I love your views on the futility of love.”
“Well, if you insist. You have to take care of yourself because you never know what’s going to happen to your relationships.”
Lenni paints an exaggerated, dreamy smile on her lips. “I just love when you spread cheer and hopefulness to the masses.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
“Another bottle, ladies?” our waiter asks when he passes by.
I shake my head. “Better not.” When he walks away, I turn back to Lenni. “We really need to start drinking before we go out to dinner, so we can save some cash.”
“How much more do you need to save for Spain?”
“Depends on the program: either a lot or a metric shit ton. I wasn’t that stressed when I thought I might get the server job, but then Mr. Saturday Afternoon walks into the restaurant and there goes that idea.”
“If nothing else, he’ll probably make your shifts better. He’s pretty fun to be around.”
“No, he’s not.” Great, now he even has my best friend wrapped up in his charms. “He thinks the world revolves around him. And that it’s impossible that any girl might not be interested in him.”
“And yet here we are, talking about him again.”
“You brought him up.”
“Not this time.” She gives me a knowing smile. “You did.”
“Don’t even.”
“What’s that line from Shakespeare? The lady doth protest too much?”
“What?” I screech, indignant. “I amnotinto him.”
Lenni laughs loud enough to turn heads.
“I’m not! I’d sooner find my next hookup in a nursing home than give some arrogant jock a shot. And Reeve’s the last man on earth who could make me change my mind.”
“Uh-huh. So you’re not attracted to him at all?” She’s still chuckling.
“Ugh.”
“You don’t think he’s sexy?”
“I have eyes, Lenni. Yes, he’s hot.” I keep it to myself that he’s literally the hottest man I’ve ever seen. I keep seeing his smile in my head and those dimples that I somehow never noticed despite how incredible they are.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. So would you sleep with him?”
“Would he have tape over his mouth?” I’m being sarcastic, but Lenni nods earnestly.
“Yes. If he had tape over his mouth and you could wipe his memory clean afterward, would you do it?”
I cut a croqueta into tiny pieces on my plate. “I’m going to tell Cam Spanish wine makes you horny.”
