JORDAN
I spoon some spaghetti onto my plate and raise my gaze to meet Peter. “A lot of things have changed. I was driving along Palm Avenue the other day, and I couldn’t find the drive-thru. Did he move or something?”
Peter chuckles. “Sam. He got married and bought a restaurant.”
“Oh.” I say with a small frown.
“You sound disappointed. I can take you to his new place sometime.”
“No, I found a new spot.”
“You’re lucky you have an iron-cast stomach. I can’t bear to eat half the things you throw into your mouth.”
I shake my head. “Anna was adventurous. She made me try out a lot of cuisines and encouraged me to be reckless.”
Peter throws back his head and laughs. The sound attracts the attention of half the people at the long table, including the blonde with piercing blue eyes.
“You’
