Jake frowns. “Who?”
Piper cracks up, a sound so infectious I almost smile. Almost.
I push my mouth into a flat line. “I am not any type. I am solely myself.”
Piper nudges me with her elbow, still chuckling. “Ain’t that the truth.”
Everyone laughs and continues eating, the topic switching to plans for the weekend. The conversation flows around me. Were they teasing me?
The earth shifts beneath me, knocking me off kilter. I don’t know what to make of it. The sensation is bewildering and enticing all at once.
Perhaps I could fit somewhere too. But I don’t trust the emotion. Experience has taught me to never get too close to anyone and never place any of my hopes on the actions of other people. They always let you down.