Ada
“Are you sure?” Petra looks sceptically at me. We are lazily stretched out on beach chairs under an umbrella, enjoying the sun as the men play beach volleyball. “I mean, I don’t even know them that well. I don’t want to spoil your evening out.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” I snort. Petra has met my friends briefly, but she has never joined us when we spend time together. Even though I have invited her every time. “And you were the one who said it sounded like fun when I told you of our escapades.”
“Ada, I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m a shy person,” Petra looks down at her hands. “I might be a drag.”
“You won’t,” I reach over and squeeze her hand. “And they all like you. Please come?”
“I’m as big as a bus,” she looks down at her stomach. “It will crank your style.”
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