She left us with a stack of napkins and a pat on Freya’s back.
Taking a bite of my pizza, I groaned. How was it that food always tasted better when you were drunk? “You have to try this. It’s amazing.”
I heaped fries on top of my slice, then added ketchup. Delicious.
Freya lifted her head, fake gagging when she saw my food. “You’re disgusting.”
“Stop judging me and eat your food.”
“Your taste is definitely off. After all, you hooked up with one of my brothers.”
The reminder made the food sit like rocks in my belly. “Well, I know better now, don’t I?”
At least I wasn’t living in the same city as Liam. The thought of running into him while he was with his fiancée made my nose twitch and my eyes burn.
Searching for my hand again, she found it on the third try, slapping it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. It was a stupid joke.”
After rescuing my hand, I made up a plate and pushed it in front of her. “Don’t worry about it.”
We finished eating, both our eyes getting heavy. When Freya laid her head down on the table again, clutching the edges, I knew I had to get her home.
After paying our bill, I collected my friend, and we headed outside arm in arm. There was no taxi in sight, but if we had to, we could walk.
Just as I thought that, she stumbled, and we both went down.
Scratch that—we wouldn’t survive a walk.
Neither of us moved; instead we turned on our backs and looked up. I could make out the moon and even a few stars. Freya’s phone rang, but she ignored it, too busy trying to touch the moon.
“Do you think you’ll ever step foot on the moon?” she asked.
“Doubt it.”
“Give it a few more years and it’ll be the most popular vacation destination.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, if you’re a millionaire.”
“My family is. And what’s mine is yours.” She took my hand, this time finding it on the first try. “Besides, Liam owes you for being such a pig. A trip to the moon would be a nice start.”
Giggling, I sat up. “Your phone has been ringing since we came out here. Maybe you should get it. Could be important.”
Pulling herself back into a seated position, she patted her pockets. “If it’s Liam, I’ll make sure he knows he owes you a trip to the moon.”
She eventually found her phone but couldn’t figure out how to answer the call before it stopped ringing. Staring at the display, she tried to unlock it with little success, then dropped it when it rang again.
Picking it up, I accepted the call when I saw it was Gunner, then held the phone out to her.
“Hey, honey munchkin. Wassup?”
I couldn’t make out what Gunner was saying, but it must have been good because Freya had a dopey smile on her face. But that seemed to be her normal expression around him.
She tilted her head back, squinting at the sky. “I’m not sure where we are.” She blinked up, then nodded. “But we’re standing under the moon.”
I giggled, then looked around to see if I could figure out what the bar was called. Because I had no idea where we were either.
“What do you mean, you’ll use the tracker on my phone to find me?”
I followed her as she stumbled to her feet and walked a slalom down the sidewalk.
