Juliette:
Thursdays meant meeting Anna at the gym after class, a tradition we started freshman year and stuck to like religion. When I walked in, the smell of sweat and lemon-scented cleaner hit me instantly. Anna was already on a mat, stretching like the overachiever she was, her blonde ponytail bouncing with every twist.
“JULIE!” she shouted from across the room like she hadn’t seen me in a year.
I laughed and made my way over, unrolling my mat beside hers.
She grinned, her eyes full of curiosity. “So... spill the tea.”
I paused, already blushing before I even said a word. “What tea?”
She gave me that deadpan look. “Don’t even try it. I saw that smile you sent last night. The soft lighting. The bar. The Chinese takeout. That was not a 'girl dinner.' That was a date dinner.”
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