Natalie swirled her French fry in her ketchup absentmindedly.
“Did you hear me?” Connie asked.
“Hmm?”
Natalie glanced up at her roommate.
“I did not bring you to McDonald’s to be sad!” Connie scolded her. “Eat your cheeseburger and be happy!”
“I didn’t even want to come here,” Natalie protested. “You dragged me here.”
“Because you have cried for two days,” Connie said, a little more gently. “You needed to go out.”
Natalie sighed, taking a small nibble of the French fry.
“Good,” Connie nodded in satisfaction. “Are you ready to talk about what happened?”
“You’re going to tell me I’m an idiot.”
“No, I would never say such things,” Connie insisted tenderly. “Talk to me.”
“Finn came back.”
Connie gave her a pointed look that indicated she already knew he had returned.
“I saw
