“Sure,” I answer, getting three glasses out.
“You said your sister was home?” Ethan asks while taking the glasses from my hand.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, surprised that he brings this topic up. Usually, my friends don’t talk or ask about my sister.
“Does she want to take a break with us?”
I love my little sister, and we don’t have a romantic mood going on since we are already three, so I nod. I don’t show him, but I’m happy that he proposes that. I don’t like when Nina sometimes makes fun of my little sister because she is not as popular as us and doesn’t share the same interests as us.
“What’s her name?”
“Stella,” I answer, getting the orange and apple juice out.
“How old is she?” Ethan continues asking, taking a fourth glass out.
“Sixteen.”
“You have one year difference?” he asks,
