Cami dropped her voice. “Are you being safe?”
“Camila!” Hanna barked at the same time Sara rounded the dressing room corner.
“Mother!”
Hanna handed her the phone and she swiftly launched into rehearsal dinner logistics. When she hung up, she turned to Hanna.
“Oh my god, she’s too much.”
“I love her,” Hanna said, shaking her head as they exited the bridal shop.
“We all love her, but Jesus.” Sara eyed the shops across the street. “Are you though?”
“Am I what?” They strolled around the corner. “Greek or sushi?”
“Greek, and are you being safe?” Sara asked.
Hanna drew a deep breath and ripped off the bandaid.
“We’re not having sex.”
“Oh, shit,” Sara said, throwing her head back and laughing. “I fully expected you to tell me to go fuck myself.”
“Milo is a really good friend,” Hanna said, holding the door open to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant teeming with blue and white flags. “It would be really stupid to complicate that.” It was the truth.
“So, what? You’re just… friends? Would you ever date him?”
“No,” Hanna snorted. “Milo doesn’t date.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “And you don’t do long distance.”
“Exactly. We are just friends. And we’re not having sex,” Hanna reiterated, leaving off the yet. “So it doesn’t matter.”
Sara nodded, her lips pursing as she mulled over a laminated menu.
“Great. This week is definitely not going to blow up in your faces.”
“No! It’s fine.”
Sara and Hanna exchanged a wide stare, both fully aware she was full of shit. Hanna’s phone buzzed as Sara ordered for them.
ALWAYS ANSWER
My apartment smells like you.
HANNA
Sorry.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Wasn’t a complaint, Arizona.
Hanna puffed out a sigh, her cheeks warming. It was already blowing up in her face.
Sara followed her through the market as she plucked ingredients off the shelves for her favorite pasta dish
A meal Sara was very familiar with.
