Smiling, I shrug and take a sip. “Ooh, this one tastes different.”
“I ordered Bermuda Triangles. It sounded more tropical.”
I laugh at how serious her tone is and take another sip. “These taste like trouble.”
“Oh, trust me, they are. These got me in so much trouble during Frat week my sophomore year, I swore to stay away from them forever.”
“That lasted long.” I grin.
“Vacation is an exception,” she states matter-of-factly. “And bonus, I don’t have to get up tomorrow and give an oral presentation for a psychology exam.”
My head falls back as I burst out laughing. Natalie was always known for being the life of the party, whereas I always had my face buried in a book. Nursing school nearly killed me. There was no time for ludicrous parties or getting so drunk I couldn’t function the ne
