"You are so lucky I made a Starbucks run before practice," Ginger said as I slid into the passenger seat of her 2012 red Camry.
"Thanks so much again." I couldn't put how grateful I was into words. I'd have to make it up to her somehow.
She shook her head slightly as she backed into the road. "No problem," she answered. Suddenly, her perfectly glossed lips turned into a smirk. "But you'd better tell me what's going on."
"Oh," I answered, laughing nervously. "Um, don't worry about it."
"Too late," she cut in. "I took a freaking detour because I had to pick you up, which isn't something you normally ask me to do. Which means something happened. Plus," she placed her hand on my shoulder. "We are best friends, aren't we? I mean, I did help you with.." she trailed off.
That was true. And
