Page 24 of Jagger

“Can I interest you all in some dessert or are you ready for the bill?” The waitress asks suddenly, putting an end to this shit retelling.

Thank fuck.

Vida shakes her head when I turn to her in question. “I’ll pass on dessert. I think I’ll explode if I eat anything else.”

I chuckle and glance up at the waitress. “The check is fine, thanks.”

Smiling, she sets the bill down on the table and briskly pivots away to go check on another booth.

“How about we save the movie for Friday night?” Vida question as I’m fishing my wallet out from my back pocket. “It’s getting late and I still have a few things I need to do before bed.”

“I’ll have Mila, but she goes to bed around eight-ish. Does nine work for you?”

“Shit, I forgot about that…”

“I don’t mind.” Our stares lock. “In fact, I’d prefer a movie at my place than the theater.” I waggle my eyebrows playfully.

Vida scoffs a laugh through her nose and rolls her eyes, reaching for her purse beside her. “As long as you don’t mind that I’ll be there when she’s there, then fine, your place it is.”

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