Tamara was smirking at me when she saw how I spaced out on the meal.
“What?” I blinked.
She shrugged. “I think you want to have dinner with someone else,” she said. “Am I boring you, my dear best friend?” she chuckled, seemingly enjoying the tease.
I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes at her. “I am not—” I stopped when I saw her smiling at me meaningfully. I rolled my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Whatever, Tammy.”
She laughed at my reaction. I know what she’s thinking. Among the three of us, she’s the wittiest. She can pick up any situation on the spot. “Well…I was just thinking if you are really happy to have dinner with me in this restaurant that serves your favorite organic food or…” she trailed with a knowing smirk. “If you are thinking of having dinner with someone el
