I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Don’t look at me like that, please,” Ryoko grinned, blushing red as she tried to hide her face behind her hands. She was smiling so much, her eyes were reduced to half moons.
“Like what?” I teased, gently nudging her shoulder with mine.
“Like that. Your soup is getting cold.”
I shrugged. “I don’t care about my soup.”
A loud, retching sound coming from across the table cut through our conversation. I didn’t even have to look up to know who was doing that. Only one person was obnoxious enough for that. Astrid.
I looked up to glare at her, but she rolled her eyes at me. “Vomit.”
“Hey, you’re just as bad with Peterson,” I countered.
“At least we’re cute.”
“Are you saying Ryoko isn’t cute?”
Astrid snorted. “No, Ryoko is fine. I was talking about you.”
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