The mint green vinyl creaked as Hannah slid into the corner booth, tugging her hood over her face. Amber followed, holding the custard cups, the key chains on her purse jingling together as she sat across from Hannah.
“You should have seen the look on Harold’s face when Ivy showed him proof his girlfriend was cheating on him.” Another tidbit in the stream of gossip Amber had been relaying for the past hour or so. All in attempt to distract Hannah, but she wasn’t really paying much attention.
Amber pushed Hannah’s cup towards her, still chattering away about the drama following Harold’s breakup. Hannah stirred her dessert, looking at Amber and imagining the brawl she was describing between Harold and Brent, over the pretty Veronica Lee.
“So, aren’t you glad your breakup isn’t as messy as that?” Amber asked after poking Hannah’s leg with her toe.
“I guess.” Hannah sighed.
“Okay, new tactic.” Amber smirked and leaned forward. “I think the guy behind the counter was flirting with you.”
“Shut up.” Hannah rolled her eyes.
“No. Listen, just because it’s been a while since your flirting consisted of regular English and not Wookie, but that guy was totally flirting with you.”
“Fine, if he did flirt with me, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Oh I don’t know.” Amber waved her spoon. “Smile? Flirt back? Be alive?”
“Well, you still look a little like a zombie, you know?”
“First you call me a couch potato and now you call me a zombie?” Hannah pushed her hood back a little and raised an eyebrow.
“I guess you are a zombie potato.” Amber stuck her tongue out and then licked her spoon. “At least, until you prove me otherwise.”
“I’ve been working out with you again, isn’t that enough proof I’m not a zombie potato?”
“Sometimes you still don’t… seem all the way here though. Like your mind is a million miles away.”
“Sorry.” Hannah scooped some custard with her spoon. “I’ll try not to let my thoughts wander too much.”
“So, what do you think of the worker?”
Hanna brushed her hair back and glanced to the side for a moment. The young man had a small brown bun at the back of his head, with skin that was surprisingly clear of acne considering he looked about their age. “Well, he’s not ugly.”
“Maybe your heart will beat once more.” Amber took another bite of her dessert.
“Oh,” Hannah smirked. “If you’re looking for boy talk, then we should talk about George.”
“After dessert.” Amber mumbled around her spoon, cheeks turning pink.
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