“Eh, maybe.”
I let go of Jonah long enough to scarf down a stack of waffles and some of Jonah’s bacon. He no longer looks like he’s going to flee the scene of the crime. And it feels surreal to have my bestie and my—what? But who needs labels? My two favorite people in the world are here. Everything’s perfect.
That lasts until the moment my bestie opens her mouth and tumbles everything down. “This is so great, Vivian. I can’t wait until you move here. We can do brunch all the time. Oh! I can’t wait to take you to this great bar in Hillcrest.” She adds pepper to her Bloody Mary, unaware of the earthquake she’s caused.
Jonah drops his fork, and it clangs on his plate. “You’re moving here?”
“There’s a chance?—”
My soon-to-be-ex bestie talks over me. “I mean, he has to get the job first. But, babe, you’re a shoo-in.” She lets out a squeal. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Jonah doesn’t yell. He pushes his plate away, throws money on the table, and excuses himself. Disappointment and hurt are apparent in every move.
