❀ Clark ❀
❀Amy: Hi, Clark, it’s Amy. Are you free for lunch tomorrow? I think we should talk.
❀Clark: Hi Amy, sure I am free tomorrow. I’ll text you the address.
I wasn’t sure why I was nervous about Amy coming over for lunch. The last thing I wanted to do was go out and possibly be spotted by another nosy mother. Still, I also couldn’t quite understand why I was going through the trouble of slicing up some fresh fruit and setting out Camden’s fancy glasses like this was a real date. This wasn’t a date. This was lunch. To talk. Nothing more. It was simply a strategy meeting between two consenting people who could very well be faking a marriage. Of course, as the clock kept on ticking closer, I couldn’t help but check my hair one more time in the mirror.
“What are you doing?” Camden a
