Abigail
"Jackpot!"
Sasha threw her cards down, her arms flailing in the air, nearly scattering the entire spread of food between us on the picnic mat.
"She has been holding that the whole time," Jade groaned, reaching forward to rescue her wine glass before it crashed to the mat and spilled everywhere. "I understand Annette being bad at this game, but not you, Cam."
The tips of my ears burned with a blush, but I ignored it, writing the score on the board. To say that I had been out of it would be an understatement.
Annette groaned. "Suspicious. I'm calling suspicious on the two of you."
"Dumb, dumb," Jade drawled. "You can't call suspicious after we've already won,"
"I just did."
"It doesn't count," Sasha argued.
The park was beautiful in the evening. The city noise felt faraway, and the cool air ruffling through my clothes was very comforting.
