Page 7 of The Friend Situation

“No thanks! But I’ll check in and give you an update. Hopefully, Iwon’tsee you tonight!”

“Mayo, tomatoes, and cheese, right?” she asks, unfazed by my attempts to escape her.

“Bye!” I end the call, knowing I need to get my mind right and push thoughts of Weston out of my head.

We’re just friends. It’s all we can ever be.

2

CARLEE

When the rideshare finally arrives outside my apartment, I lock my door and leave. Each step toward the car is filled with excitement. Lexi was right about the heavy coat, and I’m so damn glad I wore gloves because it’s in the upper thirties outside. Right now, I’m comfortable.

Once I’m inside the Lexus, I confirm the location with the driver, and we take off.

The Marquee is an exclusive club that the rich and famous frequent in the heart of the Theater District. A reservation is required to enter, and securing one without deep connections is impossible. I’m still not sure how Trever pulled it off, but the pop culture queen inside of me wants to know.

The establishment has kept detailed records of every person who has walked through its doors since it opened in the late 1800s. Being allowed to write my name inside the leather-bound guest book causes excitement to course through me. My signature will join the ranks of the world leaders and celebrities who have graced this space with their presence.

My phone vibrates in my deep coat pocket, and I pull it out. A smile spreads across my face when I see who it is.

Weston.

Since we met, he’salwaystexted me first. The last thing I want to do is seem needy, and I try to respect his boundaries, knowing how busy he is running a multibillion-dollar company. Anytime he reaches out, it’s a little reminder that I’m on his mind, and I cherish being there.

Weston

Too bad you won’t be joining us tonight.

Carlee

I’d ignore you per our secret friendship agreement.

Weston

I doubt you’d succeed, especially with Lexi trying to force us together. You weren’t kidding; she sucks at this.

I can’t help but chuckle as the plush leather of the car seat surrounds me in comfort. I’m glad I treated myself tonight and chose the luxury upgrade.

Carlee

Do NOT entertain her. It’s not her first attempt at hooking me up with her partner’s brother. Warning: it always ends horribly.

Weston

I’m aware. You were the topic of conversation before you interrupted our very interesting chat. But happy to learn I was your hall pass.

Carlee

Say a prayer for Lexi because she’s DEAD.

Weston

I actually feel pretty fucking special.

As we zoom down the street, I can’t shake the excitement that dances in my stomach.

Carlee

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