Jen and the other guy joined us. “Girl, you gotta try the fried oysters!” I looked down, and they both had a basket of some kind of fried nuggets. It didn’t look anything like fried chicken, and the smell nearly made me barf.
“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” I grinned, holding my nose.
Jen and the dark-haired guy laughed.
Soon the blond boy returned with two Cokes and two hot dogs. As he slid in next to me, he pushed a dog and drink in front of me, “Here you go, pretty lady.”
“Sweet! Thanks.” We shared a short glance and a curt smile. Strange how no one had exchanged names, and even more bizarre, it didn"t bother me enough to ask.
Thankfully, Jen and the two boys had the gift of gab. I sat and mostly listened. They didn’t really talk about anything in particular. I was more than happy to sit
