"I don't have the menu memorized." Gwen set a hand on her hip while the other reached out to me for something.
When I didn't understand what was going on, Drew cleared his throat and said, "I think she wants to use your phone."
Oh. Realization dawned on me. They weren't allowed to have their phones while on secret weekends. No contact with the outside world, besides the cheap unit that only made phone calls in case they accidentally made an insta-story of themselves for the world to get their hands on.
So. Many. Rules.
So much secrecy.
I unlocked my phone and handed it to Gwen. Gwen's fake nails clicked on the plastic of my case.
A few minutes later, Gwen and Drew had made their decisions and I jotted them down on the notepad I’d brought with me. I took my phone back and told them I'd be back soon.
After I pulled out of the driveway, I called Adrianna's to place their orders. Then, at a pizza place nearby, I ordered a small supreme pizza for myself and another medium pepperoni and tomato for Drew, which was his favorite.
No carbs after six, my eye. It was Friday night. Friday night had always been pizza night. And Drew and I would have pizza if we wanted to.