“Absolutely. I’ll bring it right over.”
“Thank you.”
When my phone chimes, I pull it out and see it’s a text from Amity.
Hey. Want to go to the movies with me this week?
I frown, wondering if she texted the wrong sister. Don’t get me wrong, I get along with Amity, but we don’t have the kind of relationship where we hang out alone together.
Hey, this is Citi.
I put the phone on the table and shrug it off, but it chimes again right away.
Thank fuck for that, would have been awkward if I’d just asked Ambros to the movies.
I can’t help but laugh at that. I bite my lip, wondering what I should do. I think about what Michael said about not having the same reactions as others. Is this something Nevaeh would be okay with, or would she think I was trying to take her friend away from her, too?
What about Nevaeh?
I wait for her to reply as the server puts my drink and croissant down in front of me. I thank her and pick up my phone when it chimes.
What about Nevaeh?
I’m overthinking this. I must be. I decide just to be honest with her.
I wasn’t sure if she would be okay with me going to the movies with you.
My phone rings almost immediately. I fumble with it for a second before I hesitantly answer it. “Amity?”
“I’m so confused. Why would Nevaeh have a problem with us going to the movies?”
I sigh, leaning back and staring out the window as the rain pelts down around us. “Because she’s your friend.”
She’s quiet for a minute before answering. “I’m your friend too. Or I’m trying to be.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’m allowed more than one friend,” she teases.
“Um…okay then, yes. I’d like that. I’ve never been to the movies before.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat. I don’t go often because it’s impossible for me to watch a movie without snacks.”
“Ooh, I like snacks.”
She laughs. “Movie snacks are elite, trust me. Let me know when you can get a sitter, and I’ll figure out the rest.”
“Okay, thanks, Amity.”
“No, thank you. I can order you a huge popcorn and eat half without feeling any guilt because everyone knows calories don’t count when they come from someone else’s food.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I joke. Truth is, Amity could eat all the movie snacks herself and probably run a course designed for Navy Seals without even breaking a sweat. The woman is a machine.
“Oh, that reminds me, you still fighting at the gym? I was thinking of coming down and helping out. I mean, I’m not doubting Ambros’s skills at all, but sometimes a woman’s perspective can help.”
“I’d love that. Havoc and Ambros mentioned seeing if the other women would be interested, but nobody said anything since, so I wasn’t sure.”
“I think we’re all interested. The issue is getting everyone’s schedules to sync. This is me officially saying fuck it. I’m coming with or without the others.”
