"Regardless of the term, you didn't," I stressed. "Nothing was gonna happen... Even if you guys didn't arrive last night. I swear."
"How come? She seems nice... Plus, she's hot," she replied with a chuckle. Then for the first time ever, she gave me a congratulatory fist bump. In all the time we'd lived together, bumping knuckles wasn't something we'd ever done. "Kudos to you, 'my young Padawan.'"
"Uh, yeah, thanks." I was so ready for conflict—a fight, an argument. Taken aback by her carefree demeanor, I was uncertain on how to proceed. I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth though, so I abandoned my pre-planned talking points. "How was your trip, by the way?"
She chugged the rest of her orange juice. I stared directly at her pink lips as she wiped a paper napkin over them. "It
