Page 93 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2
Without looking up from her book, Penelope answered.
“That’s because you keep changing your topic every fifteen minutes.”
“I changed it twice,” I said defensively.
“You changed it four times.”
I pointed my pencil at her.
“You keeping count?” I asked with a smirk.
“I have to. You make my eye twitch,” she said in a playfully annoyed tone.
A laugh escaped me.
“So now I stress you out?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You absolutely do.”
“I thought we were friends.”
“We are.”
She reached for her phone before looking over at me.
“You still want Chinese?” she asked.
“Yeah, that’s cool.”
She nodded and dialed the number she’d apparently memorized by now. After a couple of rings, somebody answered.
“Hi. Can I place an order for delivery, please?”
I looked back down at my paper while she read everything off.
“One orange chicken combination. One bourbon chicken with vegetable lo mein.”
She paused for a second, I guess to listen.
“Yes. Fried rice with that and oh,” her voice grew a little more serious, “can you make sure there isn’t any shrimp anywhere near the fried rice?”
I looked up as she kept talking.
“He’s allergic. I mean no shrimp touching anything.”
She listened again before nodding.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
She gave them our address with my apartment number before ending the call. When she looked up, I was already staring at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You remembered.”
She frowned like the answer should’ve been obvious.
“Of course I remembered. You told me shrimp makes your throat close,” she said with a shrug like remembering something like that wasn’t a big deal.
