“So you know that it’s a little late for careful.”
“It’s not too late. You can sleep with someone and not get
emotionally invested. Please tell me that it was revenge sex or
something and not really strange, decade long distance make
up sex.”
“Gross.”
“Quinn. Please.”
“You know, I think I’m going to try their flavour of the
day. Gumball grape. Sounds interesting.”
“That sounds like it would give you a stomach ache. So
does-”
“Hey!” Dallas’ voice broke up their conversation.
Quinn sighed in relief. Danica gave her a look that
promised their conversation was far from over.
“I did lose. I guess I should probably be the one wearing
that hat now.”
Quinn was more than happy to peel Billy’s nasty ball cap
off her head and let Dallas have it. She smoothed back her flat
hair with her fingers, fluffing it off her head. Skullets might be
a thing for some people, but she had no desire to rock one. She
checked her reflection in the big glass window. Thankfully, her
fingers had done the trick.
Dallas popped the hat on and smiled like she didn’t mind
wearing the gross thing at all. Quinn thought that it smelled
like sweat, but maybe she was just imagining that because her
brother wore it all the time. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Probably stopped in traffic,” Danica said.
Quinn looked out the window again. “Nope. I see them.
They’re coming.”
“Thank goodness. It’s hot. I need a milkshake at the very