Chapter Eight
I glare at her from the corner of my eye. “Thanks for that by the way.”
She giggles, spooning a big heap of the cookie into her mouth. “So you let him win and then what happened?” she mumbles over the giant cookie lodged in her mouth.
“He was angry. Called me out. Said I was a people pleaser.”
“You’re nice,” she counters, sounding as affronted as I was at the time.
“See!” I point my spoon at her. “That’s what I said, but he said I was confusing the two.”
“You’re not a people pleaser when it comes to me. If that was the case, Vanessa would be sitting on this bench with us.”
Point proven.
“But when it comes to people you don’t know, you do tend to give in too easily.” Her eyes cast down and I think she’s afraid of how I’ll take her criticism.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are,”
