f**k no, never going to happen. This girl is completely nuts. “Come on guys, dinner is getting cold.” Liz yells from the dining room. I move away from Emma and she follows me. I sat down at the head of the table, with Liz and Emma on each side. A bit too much, but I know Liz set it up like that.
We start eating the starter, and we chat about random things. Mostly about Matthew, and then Liz’s phone rings. She glances at the screen and turns the phone over and goes back to eating. A few seconds later, a text comes through. She just looks at the screen again, and then turns the phone over.
A minute later, the phone rang again. I acted like I was very upset and annoyed. “Shouldn't you get that?” I asked through gritted teeth. I see Emma glance between us in fascination. “No, it's okay.” Liz
