Onyx:
Good idea. Who wants to go out tonight?
Harper:
Me!
Ollie:
I’m down.
Here they were, talking about mates again. The three of them seemed like good friends. When had that happened? Dex had no idea Ollie had become close with Onyx.
He replied.
Dex:
Hey. Thanks for adding me. I’m free tonight.
Onyx:
That’s what I like to hear. Do you have any food allergies I should know about?
Dex:
No. All good.
Harper:
Are we going somewhere fancy?
Onyx:
That could be arranged.
Harper:
Yes, please. I have a new outfit.
Onyx:
Perfect! Harper and I are dressing up. Take note and act accordingly.
Ollie:
I’m not dressing up. You’ll be lucky if I do laundry and have a fresh shirt.
Dex chewed his nails as the messages streamed in, feeling like he was intruding. Going out for fancy dinners wasn’t his usual thing. Ollie’s either, as far as he knew. Maybe it wouldn’tbethatfancy. It’s not like Ollie or Harper were in the same income bracket as Onyx.
Dex:
Are Ash and Dante coming to dinner?
Onyx:
Eww. No.
Harper:
