Chapter 6
By the time Keri comes back downstairs, dressed in lounge pants and an oversized flannel shirt and patting her damp curls with a towel, Dayla has the takeout containers set out on the living room coffee table. There are plates and napkins set up in two place settings, one at the end of the table and the other catty-corner, so they can chat as they eat but still see each other. Beside the place settings are two cold bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, which Dayla found in the fridge, and silverware just in case Keri isn’t into chopsticks. Personally she’s going to use a fork—since she’s treating this as a date, she doesn’t want to look silly just trying to get the food into her mouth.
“I thought we could sit here,” Dayla says as she sits on the floor in front of the coffee table. “
