She sat with her back to the wall, and Tyler sat across from her, his back to the dining area.
“See?” Tyler handed her a menu. “Nobody thought it was weird that we were here.”
Brooke looked up at him through long lashes, but chose not to say anything. If he thought that little interaction at the door was any sign of what was going through Terry’s head, then he hadn’t been paying attention for the last twenty-four years of their lives.
She looked down at her menu and heard the clank of Terry’s bracelet’s as she made her way over to them. Terry placed two glasses of water on the table then rested her hand on the table, shifting her weight to one hip.
“My bunions are on fire today,” she exclaimed, and Tyler stifled a laugh.
“Maybe you should invest in a pair of flats,” Brooke said, and T
