~ Druscilla ~
The sharp tang of salty chips hung in the air as Avery crunched down on another handful, her eyes sparkling with that gossip-girl gleam. "You should've seen the way Isaac's eyes almost popped out of their sockets," she said, bits of crumb tumbling onto the table between us.
I couldn't help but grin, twirling my straw in the fizzy soda, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass. "You don't mean it," I replied, leaning in closer, the vinyl booth squeaking under my shift.
"I swear, I thought they were gonna punch each other right there in the face," Avery went on, her voice bubbling over with thrill, like she'd just witnessed the juiciest showdown in a reality TV episode.
I'd hung around after her shift ended at work, dragging her to this cozy little cafe with its worn
