"I may have a crush on Jackson, the redheaded guy from Accounting," Amanda confesses while she stares out at the foggy morning view from our spot in Buena Vista Park. The smell of cinnamon lingers between us, evidence of our sugary brunch meeting.
"I knew it!" I throw my crumpled napkin in her direction. It doesn't make it anywhere near my intended target. "Last week I saw you talking to him by the break room. You were doing the whole giggling school girl routine."
Amanda blushes.
"Men are fucktards," Marissa comments before her head turns to me. Her eyes flicker when she remembers I recently finished a gush fest on Finn. "I mean except for Finn." She rushes to get out, "I'm sure he's a great guy, who won't lead you on for four years then months before your wedding get caught f*****g a
