Angelic
“Are you expecting someone this afternoon?” Natasha asked. We are at TumnTums coffee shop. The sun is out, and even though the AC is on full blast, my body is heated. I was scrolling through my phone when Natasha noticed my attention on it.
“Huh? Nope,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
She raised an eyebrow and, to my shock, she extended her arms to snatch my phone away from me. “Natasha!” I yelled. Some customers were looking at us.
“What are you reading? Hmm,” she whispered to herself, her eyebrows furrowed. That was disrespectful! “Give me my phone,” I said in a serious tone, my hands gestured in front of her.
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I was scrolling through Monica’s Instugros newsfeed!
“Fidger? Why are you interested in her?”
“Uhm, well, uh… I like
