~Vivian~
I almost canceled the said lunch three times. My thumb hovered over Tasha’s contact, ready to type out yet another excuse. But honestly, I’d run out of lies she might believe. Tasha wasn’t stupid and she had already called me out the last two times I bailed. If I skipped this one, she’d probably turn up at my house with a megaphone and a police escort. Knowing her, she’d do it too.
The Olive Garden was busy enough that our conversation would get lost in the noise. I chose a booth in the corner, my back to the wall so I could see everyone who came in. It was a habit now; always ready to leave, in case my brother’s best friends ever decided to stroll in.
"You look like shit."
I looked up to find Tasha sliding into the seat across from me. Her dark curls were pulled into a messy
