Page 13 of The Friend Situation

How are things?

Carlee

Amazing!

Weston

Liar.

Carlee

Liar?

Weston

Yep. Because you wouldn’t have texted me back if it was.

Carlee

Did Lexi tell you what I just texted her?

Weston

Nope! Swear.

Carlee

Quick question. Am I hard to talk to?

Weston

Not at all.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I return to the bar. As I step back into the main area, I glance across the faces of couples lost in deep conversation.

My eyes quickly find Trever, only to find him talking on his phone. A fresh martini waits in front of him, glistening with droplets of condensation.

My empty barstool sits between him and a man with broad shoulders, wearing a stark black suit, exuding an air of confidence that’s hard to ignore.

As I take a few steps forward, an unsettling familiarity grips me.

I recognize the dark, messy hair from behind.

My heart kicks into overdrive, and I stop walking.

I blink hard, trying to convince myself he’s not a daydream, that I’m not imagining things.

Sitting right next to my barstool isWeston fucking Calloway.

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WESTON

As I scroll through my phone, a text suddenly pops up and pulls me from my thoughts.

Lexi

She’s leaving early! Is this when I tell you I TOLD YOU SO?!

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