Stand By: Chapter 2
| December 27, 2022Of all the Hi Sweeties her mother had pulled, this one sure was the kicker
Avi/Ari (what was his name again?) finally showed some good sense by excusing himself for a moment. Dassi slid her phone under the table and thumbed her way to her Four Friends chat.
Dassi: Chayala, I see you at Bouchon with your parents. If you’re in distress, blink twice.
Aly: DASSI, TELL ME YOU’RE AT LEAST HIDING THE PHONE. IT’S A FIRST DATE AND YOU’RE NOT 19. HAVE SOME MANNERS!
Dassi: Chill, lady, texting you girls under the table is the most fun I’ve had all week.
Aly: I think we can all agree that the most fun we’ve had all week doesn’t include getting dressed and going out after a workday.
Shira: Ha! Are you in pajamas at 7:30 p.m.?
Aly: It’s a school night, judgy.
Dassi: srsly Chay, you ok? The vibe is weird.
Dassi: He’s coming back, but signal if you need some moral support.
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