Easy E
Ouch, Cap.
G-Money
Someone bring GTA 5 to dinner, please. I can’t find my copy anywhere.
Huddy Boy
It’s at my house, Grant.
G-Money
Thank god!!!
*Sully has left the chat*
*Mavvy has added Sully to the chat*
Sully
I haven’t known peace in years.
G-Money
And you’re never going to with us around!!
Me
I can host dinner this week. I haven’t had anyone over in ages. My doorman is starting to think I don’t have any friends.
Mavvy
He’s going to be in for a rude awakening when we all show up.
G-Money
I’m going to make a shirt. RILEY AND GRANT 4EVER
Me
That’s unnecessary.
G-Money
Is it though????
* * *
I tossa lime in my hand and set it on a cutting board. Grabbing a knife, I slice it into small wedges and drop them in a glass bowl on the counter.
“Are you a chef now?” Grant steals a crouton off the top of the Caesar salad I made and pops it in his mouth. “Why are you in here with a knife?”
“I’m making garnishes.” I drop the knife in the sink and wash my hands. “In case someone wants to add something extra to their drink.”
“Wow. I’m barely able to get a paper towel to wipe my hands when Maverick and Emmy host dinner and you’re out here distributinggarnishes? You should be in charge more often.”
“Thanks, G.” I crane my neck, looking toward the front door. “Are we missing anyone?”