“Question for you now, Clifford,” she says, mocking my tone from earlier. I chuckle and raise my glass. “Shoot.” “Do you know you’re in love with my sister?” I sputter into my water, spilling it over the table. I grab the napkin and wipe down the tabletop. “Yeah,” she says through smacking lips. “That’s what I thought.” “That’s not…” I laugh through growing nerves. “We’re friends.”
