“Maya! Maya!”
I was sitting inside Jane’s Bistro with Emery, Scottie, Diya, and Nina. We were catching up since the last time we were all together at the fundraiser. It had been one week since I saw Ethan, and he hadn’t called. I didn’t know whether I should be thankful or pissed off. I was usually the one who did the dumping after a quick f**k. Not the other way around.
“Huh.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Diya picked a pickle off my plate.
“Nothing.”
“Macy’s is having a 40% off sale.”
I checked my phone to see if anyone texted me. “That’s nice.”
A fork slammed on the table. I looked up, and all six eyes were on me. “What?”
“Maya, you’ve never been quiet, so tell us what’s going on with you,” Emery demanded, grabbing another lemonade from the waitress.
“All right if I tell you, don’t
