Sixteen
I joined my friends in the cafetaria on one of the rare days we all could have lunch together. With my tray in hand, I searched the sea of tables and faces so I knew where to go. I spotted Ramona’s wild curls at one of the tables in the back and made my way over.
“Hey,” I smiled as I approached the table and took a seat opposite of Blake and Ramona. The two interns were laughing about something together and Ramona kept twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. Interesting vibe.
Blake nodded a greeting. “What’s up?”
“Not much. Oof, I’m hungry. How’re you both doing?”
Ramona released a long sigh. “I hate men. I was just telling Blake that Jason bought me a bouquet of salami for our date.”
“And that’s not something you wanted?” I inquired, digging into my bowl of spa
