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"Is it really a good idea? Think about it." I swirl my iced coffee, enjoying the asmr effect of the clattering ice cubes inside the cup. I couldn't imagine going a day without this stuff.
A long sigh is let out, as Brooke arches a brow that appears above her thick shades. The break-up with Chris hadn't gone so well, nor as expected for her. She'd been crying at work, usually locked away in her office, where I let her be, unless she needed my shoulder.
From what she told me, he'd been almost 'too okay' with her bringing it up in the first place, which had me caught between her and Haley again. This time I'll be Switzerland and remain in the middle, not for, or against one or the other, related or not. Things would work out, eventually.
Meanwhile, I still had flashbacks of the party and the basement... I wanted the haunting images to be laid to rest, but for some reason my mind wasn't so willing to let go.
I flinch at the thought.
"I didn't think my idea was that horrible, was it?" Brooke slides her glasses off and sets them down on the table.
"What? Sorry, no, cold shiver." I raised my cup. "I'm just undecided with your plan."
"I think it will be good for me," she paused, releasing her words. "I mean, us, all of us. We all deserve a staycation."
"Working with you, anyone would," I smirk at her. I knew refusing Brooke was inevitable, it would work out her way, one way or another. I'd learnt life was easier if I just let her have her way, than hear the million reasons why if I said no. "I'm all for it, I think it's the others who may be a bit hesitant."
"I'll make them an offer they won't refuse."
I shake my head at her. "I don't doubt it, you can be very persuasive, Ms Davis."
"I-" she stops and folds back into her seat.
I grimace by the drop of her expression. All this time she'd been excited with a new last name, or hyphenated, Davis-Keller, she couldn't let her legacy go that easily. I've never been one to tell someone how to feel or act, making this the hardest part of her break-up, for us, the friends, being unable to tell this headstrong woman what to do. Not that she'd allow it anyway. There'd been so much pride within her, I'd really only been the one to see her with all her walls and guards down, it was kinda nice to see her be so vulnerable, which is never easy, for anyone.
