“I’m going to get some lunch,” Alex said when she ducked her head into Sarah’s office.
“Sure.” Sarah smirked and propped her feet on her desk. “How long are we going to keep up this charade?”
“What charade?”
“The one that I pretend to be ignorant, and you pretend not to notice I’m pretending.”
“What do you mean?” Alex asked.
“How long have we been friends?” Sarah didn’t wait for an answer. “You still think you can fool me. This time I can’t claim that I have a special way of reading you. You’re an open book. Every day for a week, you leave at the same time, taking special care to get your little spiky hair all spiked up. You change out of your sweat clothes and put on your jeans and a nice shirt. Then you sprinkle on a little cologne and walk out of here with that goofy look on your
