Night with the Bestie

Mila

“Spending time with you, doing whatever you want.”

“Did you know I was going to call?”

“Yeah, I did,” Skylar said and laughed. “You’re predictable.”

“I wasn’t even supposed to have a single shift.”

“I’m in touch with my psychic abilities.”

I told her she was being full of shit and invited her over. Skylar and I arrived at my apartment at the same time.

“You look exhausted,” she said after she hugged me and we walked in.

“It’s been a rough week,” I said. “A lot of double shifts and we have a critical patient that’s getting me down.”

We sat down in the living room, and I all but collapsed on the couch.

“So, let’s talk about something completely different. How’s Ben?” Skylar asked.

I sighed.

“That’s not the reaction I expected,” she said. “What’s going on?”

I told her what had happened.

“Oh, I knew you slept together,” Skylar said when I told her that part.

“What? How?”

She gave me a look that suggested I was being an idiot.

“Do you think I’m blind? You two were all over each other