[Samara]
“This is nice,” Heather remarked as she looked around the pizzeria. Wesley was in the kitchen at the back while Ben was working at the till. Why had Heather decided this was the right place for us to have lunch? And why weren’t we just getting something to go?
“What is nice?” I asked as I spotted a few people looking at me. It had become annoying and, for some reason, I was on edge. Was that time of the month approaching? I didn’t think so.
“This, us,” she said with a smile. “It’s been a while since we’ve done something like this,” she wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t want to hang around her too much. After all, my best friend did think I was crazy. I sighed as I picked up the menu. “Sam?”
“Hmm?”
“I know I’ve been a shitty friend lately…and I am sorry…” I set down the menu as she a
