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"She usually is. What'd you bring her last time?"

"Nothing. I just offer to pay her."

Sali leaned forward with her knees on her elbows. "Okay. Write this down."

"Write what—"

"Two Philly cheese steak subs, waffle fries with sour cream and cheese, orange soda." She flicked her finger at me. "Bring it hot. She'll spill her guts."

"And money?" I pocketed my phone after typing it up.

"Yeah, but first tell her it's from Sarah." Sali smirked and nodded. "'Kay?"

"Sure. Yeah." I shrugged and pushed myself up standing. "Now?"

"Yup." Again, she flicked her fingers at me. "Go on."

"So bossy. Bye." I rolled my eyes and got myself out of there before Sali could give me any more commands.

My phone buzzed in my pocket on the way to the park, and I whipped it out to see Clem's name on the screen.

Do you like lavender?

Like the color, plant, or fragrance?

Hmm. I suppose all.

Well, in that case, yes. But not like lavender candles or anything.

How about real lavender?

Sure.

Okay.

I chuckled at the awkward exchange and her lack of response afterward. As promised, we watched a movie together at her place the other night, neither one of us talking much during it save for the sharing of space and some wine. I didn't feel pressured by her, and for some reason I found it comforting. With Tati and Wyatt in the newest part of their relationship, my two besties spent a lot of time together, and although they didn't make me feel like a third wheel, I made myself feel like one. Sometimes I looked at them and saw the life they wanted to build together, the hope in their eyes when they looked at each other, and it made me wonder if I could ever feel like that. None of this was new by any means, the two of them had the hots for each other for months, maybe years, but now it was different. Tati, Reagan, and me felt like a sort of family unit with our day-to-day life. Now, with Reagan in Portugal and the besties doing their thing, I found myself unsettled. And a little restless, if I was honest about it.

How's tomorrow?

For what?

The Lavender Festival in Sequim.

Sure.

Great.

Where's Sequim?

Hehe. Not far. Do you have a car?

No…

Okay. I'll pick you up.

You don't know where I live.

Well then tell me.

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