Tristan drops back in his chair with a heaping plate of food. “Look, Bea, they have cucumber salad.” He’s the only person who seems to call her this. Maybe it’s his little term of endearment. Rix props her chin on her fingers and smiles at him. “You’ll have to tell me if the dressing is as good as mine.” Essie’s fork clatters to her plate. Her eyes go wide and she slaps her chest. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Ess? Are you okay?” I push my chair back. She grabs at her throat. “Oh my God!” Rix shoves her chair back. “She’s choking!”
Hahahaha 🥒 IYKYK
