We finished eating and we called the waiter back to the table.
“May I interest any of you with a desert?” He inquired.
“No, thank you, we are all full. May we have the bill, please?” Mr. Zaragoza asked.
“This meal has already been paid for,” Justin replied.
“Wait, it has? By who?” James asked, confused.
“By Ms. Savage,” Justin answered.
Everyone looked at me, but I just shrugged.
“When did you do that?” My mate questioned.
“When I went to the bathroom.”
“Bree, you didn’t have to do that,” Mrs. Zaragoza smiled.
I think that I just gained some brownie points. Hell yes!
“I know, but I wanted to.”
“Well, thank you,” James said.
“No problem.”
We got up from the table and headed for the exit. Once we were outside, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Someone had thrashed my tires, sha
