ANYTA’S POV
I sat across from Laura at the little bistro two streets away from the agency.
It was my favourite one so far, mainly because of the uneven tables and the chalkboard menu that seemed like they'd been there since the business started. I found it…whimsical.
My salad sat untouched in front of me, condensation beading on the glass of lemonade beside it, while Laura animatedly waved her fork in the air like a conductor’s baton.
“We definitely should go to the club this weekend or at least do something fun to celebrate our friendship,” she stuffed her mouth, then wiggled her eyebrows.
“You might not see me again,” she sing-songed.
I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as I reached for my drink. “And why is that?”
Laura shrugged, “You don't know? Lucille and I are going on a
