Neither respond.
“Fine. Whatever. Moving on. What do I do about Trevor?”
“What do you want to do?” Remi asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “That’s why I’m asking you guys.”
“We can’t decide for you,” Kat says.
“Of course, you can,” I say. “All you have to do is tell me my best course of action and set me on the path toward it.”
“Lex, choosing your mate is one of the biggest decisions you can make. Do you really want me, Madame Chemo-Brain, and Lushy McLushiness over here making it for you?” She gestures to Remi with the second nickname.
“Not when you put it like that,” I laugh.
“What’s your hesitation in moving forward with Trevor?” Remi asks.
“This one over here,” I say pointing to Kat.
“Hey, don’t blame me. I told you it’s just my opinion.”
“I know,” I say, “but what if it’s not just your opinion? What if your pinky prediction super power is hard at work here and we don’t know it?”
“But my pinky didn’t tingle.”
After one of Kat’s cancer tumor removal surgeries, she woke up with the ability to foretell bad things. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, her pinky tingles.
“Maybe you just didn’t notice it.”
“Well, that’s never happened before,” Kat says.
“Doesn’t mean it couldn’t now,” I argue.
“True, but it’s still doubtful,” Kat says.
“I agree,” Remi interjects. “And I don’t even know what Kat said. Plus, I don’t have a secret super pinky power. I just know I’m not the hugest fan of Trevor for you either.”
“Since when?”
“Since always,” Remi replies.
“Wow, okay. Thanks for letting me know.”
“I have let you know,” Remi says.
“Well, I thought you’d changed your mind this last time he was here,” I say.
“I did,” Remi says. “Until he left without a word. That wasn’t cool.”
“He ghosted you,” Kat says.
Our food arrives, saving us from any further conversation regarding Trevor on an empty stomach. Which is good for me, I can get particularly sensitive and cranky when I’m hungry, and I don’t want to say something I don’t mean or misinterpret something they say.
I sneak a peek at Cole’s table in the corner and am surprised to see that it’s empty. When did that happen? He couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye.
What a jerk.
It doesn’t matter, Lex. Let it go.