"What? Where in the hell did that even come from, Sierra?" she asked, but her face was still bright pink. "And Brody definitely doesn't look at me like that," she said as I sat back down across from her.
"How does he look at you?" I asked.
"Like an annoying little sister."
I wanted to respond, but the waitress came over and took our drink orders. After she walked away, I said, "You may annoy him, but if a man looks at the sister the way he looks at you, well, they belong on that cable show you're always moaning about."
"Are you bad-mouthing my favorite show?" Cam gasped.
"That'swhat you took away from what I said?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Deflect much, Cam?
"I'm pretending you didn't mention the other thing. The only thing Brody and I could ever be is friends."
"Let me know how that goes in a month, okay? Wait, never mind, I'll be here to watch it all in real time. That'll make sayingI told you socompletely satisfying," I stated.
Our drinks arrived and Cam unwrapped her straw. I wasn't paying attention to what she was doing until the wrapper of her straw hit me right between the eyes.
"Hey!" I yelped.
"Quit talking about Brody or I'm going back to the shop."
"Fine." I relented. Clearly, she was done talking about this. "What are we doing tonight again?" I prompted, hoping she didn't want to work late at Crave since we'd spent the morning going over the books.
"Nothing," she answered.
"Sounds perfect," I said with a sigh.
It would be nice to have some time with my best friend again.
