“Are you fucking for real!” she shouts.
“Language.”
“Oh, hush, girl. This qualifies as a ‘fuck’ moment.”
I roll my eyes, though she can’t see the gesture. “What should I do?”
“Keep the money, duh!” she squawks. “You’re out of your mind if you give it back.”
“It’s wrong.”
Mia blows out an exaggerated breath. “Bottle your righteousness bullcrap and pitch it into the ocean.”
“Doing the morally right thing is best.”
“Since you’re having reservations, send me the money, and I’ll be sure to put it to good use at the mall.”
“Mia, you’re supposed to be helping me.”
“It’s a blessing in disguise,” she says sweetly. “Would you ignore a gift from God?”
“You’re playing dirty, using the phrase I’ve said to you on countless occasions.”
“It’s your choice, so do what you want, but if it were me, I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“I’m afraid he wants something from me.”
“And if he does? I say give it to him. The guy’s a freaking billionaire.”
“You said he’s too old for me.”
“Well, that was before he gave you a generous tip, and anyway, you have a crush on him.”
“I never said that.”
“Dominic and Pepper sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.”
“Will you stop it?”
She cackles in glee. “Fine, you big crybaby.”
“You give horrible advice.”
“Hey, if you listened to me more, you’d live a happier life.”
“I’ll sleep on it.”
“Okay, on to the next topic. How was your date with string-bean man?”
“Be nice,” I chide.
“Shouldn’t have mentioned how skinny he is.”
“It was disastrous.” I go into specifics regarding the lack of chemistry and dialogue.
“Poor thing.”
“We’re going out again this Saturday. It’ll take a miracle to get through another date.”
