“You have perfect timing, you know that?” My hand is still in hers, and she pats it and lets it go. “What are you even doing here?” She shrugs, a soft smile dancing on her lips. “A girl’s gotta eat.” She’s amazing right now. “Well, I’m buying,” I tell her. “I owe you.” “You don’t,” she says. “That’s what friends are for.” Friends.
