She let out a relieved breath. “Okay.” After taking another sip of her drink, she eyed me warily. “So, you were basically blackmailed into coming here, huh? That sounds like Ali,” she scoffed. “I’m sorry you got roped into this. Not the best way to spend a Friday night is it?” Her brow crinkled as she looked around, momentarily confused. “It is Friday, right?”
The lost expression on her face was so cute, I had to chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. It sure is.” I reached out and offered her the vegetable tray, thankful when she scooped up a few carrots. “And I didn’t have anything planned, so it was really no trouble. Though I would feel better about coming if I thought I had helped you in some way.”
“You did. You got me a drink.” She smirked as she drained the last of the amber liquid. “And you’re about to get me another.”