"Is this too much?"
Sienna was standing in front of the mirror in a emerald green dress she'd bought the night Cole asked her to the banquet. I knew it was the night he asked because she'd texted me a photo of the receipt at 11:47 PM with the caption this means nothing followed by seven exclamation points and a shoe emoji.
"It's a pair of earrings, Sienna."
"But are they date earrings or friend earrings? Because these–" she held up the gold hoops "–say casual. But these–" the pearl drops "–say I spent forty-five minutes choosing earrings for a man who organizes his snacks by expiration date."
"You said this wasn't a date."
"IT'S NOT." She put the hoops down. Picked up the pearls. Put the pearls down. Picked up the hoops again. "I just want to look good. For friendship reasons. Cole is
