Chapter Eight
I am self-conscious with Jon so close to me. I fiddle with my cellphone, pretending to check the news although I have read the main stories about ten times already. The piped in music into the high end smoothie shop plays a song I don’t know. The colors of the building are jarring and my kale smoothie looks a sort of putrid green that isn’t exactly appetizing to me right now.
“Not a fan of your smoothie?” Jon asks.
I wrinkle my nose. “I’m afraid to try it. I know kale is all the rage right now but it looks kinda...gross.”
“It does look gross,” he admits. “But it doesn’t taste gross.” As if to prove a point, Jon takes a sip of his own smoothie.
“I figured Amanda would want to meet at some stuffy place to grab lunch or something,” I tell him. “Not a smoothie shop.”
“But t
