“Shit, sorry, Nina. I didn’t think,” she says apologetically.
I give her a small smile, letting her know it’s okay. “I’ve never felt more like my mother in my life,” I mutter.
Lucy sits up, looking down at me as she rests on her arm. “Well, we all know that’s a load of rubbish. You couldn’t be any more the opposite of that woman. Come on, dry your hair. We are going out.”
“Out? Where?” I protest.
“Shopping. And the salon.” She smiles.
“Can you drop me home on the way?” Megan asks, looking moments away from sleep.
Lucy gets up, pulling the towel off my body and whipping Megan with it as she heads in the direction of the kitchen. “Nope! Get up. Both of you! It’s girls’ day.”
“Yay, girls’ day.” Megan quips, lifting her head and observing my state of nakedness, then flopping back to the bed.
It’s gone four when we arrive back at my apartment, our arms full of shopping. We laugh our way up the stairs until we reach my door.
Lucy bends, picking something up from the floor, then spins around, her lips rolling and her eyes popping wide as she stands with a massive bouquet of flowers grasped in her already overfilled hands.
I roll my eyes as I unlock my door, yearning to lean in and smell them.
Inside I stare down at my nails, now a beautiful pale pink—my toes matching. I can tell Lucy is waiting for me to turn around, so I go to the kitchen and flick on the kettle.
“You can chuck those in the bin.” I wave the teaspoon at the flowers.
She dips her head to her shoulder, looking all cute as she holds up the arrangement. “Come on, Nina. Maybe you should see what he has to say.” She waves an envelope at me. “There’s a note.”
“I’m going to put all this shopping away, and when I come back, I want them gone. Keep them for yourself for all I care. I want nothing to do with the man or the way he makes me feel.” I stomp off to my room, slamming the door like a brat as I go.
I lie on my bed, feeling stupid. I shouldn’t be feeling like this over a man I have only known for only a matter of hours. Seeing the flowers only makes me feel weak, and I don’t want to know that he’s sorry.
I don’t want to have to explain myself to him.
A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and Megan’s head pops around the threshold. “Come on, drama queen, Luce is ordering in Chinese.” She winks at me, then disappears again.
We lounge on my sofa, eating takeout from the containers. Grey’s Anatomy reruns playing on the television, reminding me of our uni days.
“I need a McDreamy,” Lucy sighs as she stares longingly at the TV.
“You don’t go from Hugh straight to a McDreamy, Luce.” I shake my head at her, chuckling under my breath.
“I’ll just take a night with McSteamy,” Megan says, making us all laugh out loud.
I look to Megan, wondering what she would share if I asked. “Megs, how was Sam last night?” I pop my brow at her.
“Fine. We went back to his.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Messed around.”
This is all we ever get from her. She doesn’t share the dirty escapades of her sex life with us. Sometimes we may get snippets, but rarely any details. We don’t care, but it’s odd. She’s one of the most open people we know—especially with us. Nothing comes out filtered. It’s why we love her.
I drop it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
“So… I ran into Joey again last night,” I say into my food container.
“When?” Lucy looks confused as if trying to work it out.
“When Mason dropped me home—or tried to. I didn’t get out of the car right away, and Joey was waiting for me outside.”
“Fucking creeper,” Megan states.
