Chapter Ten
“It’s not a date!” Sophie whispered across the counter to Valerie who stood in her pink waitress uniform straightening salt shakers.
“Sounds like a date to me,” her roommate replied with a shrug. “You look incredible, by the way.”
Sophie looked down at her outfit. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a burgundy sweater, one that worked really well with her skin tone and wasn’t too heavy considering it was starting to get a little warm outside. “Thanks,” she muttered, still not sure she could trust her roommate. Valerie hadn’t been home when she’d gotten there since the waitress’s shift started at 2:00, so she’d gotten ready and headed over to Bishop’s a little early so she could warn her friend not to be shocked—or to be too nosey.
“Well, if you wanna take a seat, I can brin
