❤ Liv's POV ❤
JUST as the waitress was about to leave our table, I tapped her arm, held the wine glass in my hand, and said "I don't want this. Can you please return it to them?"
Phoebe put a hand on my arm, took the glass from me, and said "If you don't want it, I'll take it. You don't say no to free booze."
Liv: "But those men might get the wrong idea. I don't want them to think that we are welcoming their advances."
Phoebe giggled before saying "Oh, you are so naive. It's just a drink. It's not a marriage proposal.
Phoebe raised the glass in the direction of the man who sent it to us, before drinking it all up. I shook my head and avoided looking at the man. I couldn't really stop Phoebe from doing what she wanted to do, but I'm not going to do the same thing she's doing.
I took a
