Maeve
A few minutes earlier.
“I mean, seriously, I deserve much better!”, Naya scoffs through the speaker. Emma is curled up in the seat next to me and listens intently to my friend venting about her love life. Jack bailed on her two nights in a row. They were supposed to meet up Sunday afternoon and then rescheduled for Monday, and he didn’t show.
Furious, Naya called me just now to read me a text he sent her. And I have to agree it sounds bogus. I take the next turn, and my eyes skim the road before us. The supermarket is only two more miles out. Emma insisted on this specific flavor of ice cream. After she had it with Aida, she talked about nothing else, and I knew this one mart might have it. So we left after dinner to get the treat to go with our movie.
I need to distract myself
