Our soup was served first and we took an unspoken pause in our conversation to savor the delicious dish. It didn’t take long for our mains to arrive. The pasta was good, probably the best I ever had, and I hadn’t thought I was that hungry until I realized I was more than halfway through my plate.
I looked up just in time to see Autumn taking her phone out.
“Nicholas is asking for a selfie of us both,” she told me, a pleading look in her eyes. “He doesn’t believe that I’m out with you.”
I resisted the urge to say that she could have sent him one of the thousand she took of us together while we walked around the mall. She’d probably posted one already on her social media anyway. Thank God I deactivated my f*******: or she’d probably ask me to post too.
“Sure,” I muttered and arranged my
