A Bit Of A Girl Crush Read Online Free

come to inform you that your dinner
will be ready right away.   Is there
anything I can do for you now?”
    Katie looked, and it seemed as though Serena’s face had went blank for
just a split second before a big smile opened up again.   “No thank you, we’re fine.”
    “Si,” Katie added, and the waiter bowed gently.
    “Very good.   I will return shortly with the lady’s dinners.   And perhaps another
margarita for you, Miss?”   Katie
looked down to see that she had already nearly finished her margarita.
    “ Ahh , maybe in a little while,” Katie dodged,
wanting one but not badly enough to ask for it just yet.   She swirled the remainder of the drink around
the wide, long-stemmed margarita glass.
    “Yes madame , as you like.”   Marco looked toward the kitchen, and snapped
his fingers.   “Ah hah, I see that your
dinner should be ready by now.   I will
bring it here.”   With that the handsome
waiter turned, his motions elegant and dance-like as
he moved across the floor.
    Serena put her head in her hands.   “He’s totally gay.”
    “I know!”   That was what had been
bothering Katie.   “He’s our totally
awesome gay waiter.”
    “Hah!   It’s probably for the best.   Who knows what kind of trouble we could get
into here.”

 
    Dinner came as swiftly as the waiter had promised, and Katie’s cocktail
shrimp came with both a traditional red cocktail sauce and a mango-infused
(yes, surely it was mango this time) sweet dipping sauce.   The salad came drizzled in vinaigrette and
crumbled cheese, with minced onions and croutons exploding with flavor inside
her mouth.
    As for the shrimp, Katie couldn’t decide which sauce she liked best, and
alternated nibbles between each cup of sauce.   The girls ate in relative silence, and Katie realized only now just how
famished she had been all day.   The
package of peanuts on the flight down here, the little torta served on the bus ride to Punta Hermosa, and the margarita at the hotel bar
just before the morning massage had most definitely not been enough for the day.
    Another margarita had found its way to Katie’s table, this one flavored
with coconut at Katie’s behest, and Katie sipped it between bites of green
salad and the shrimp, envious of Serena’s ability to eat… well, at least a bit
more than Katie.
    Serena’s spaghetti marinara surprised Katie by even being on the menu.   The menu was surprisingly diverse, in fact,
and the Italian pasta choices offered seemed no less at home than the
traditional Mexican dishes ‘prepared just like the original way’, according to
the menu’s somewhat broken English.   There were even some quite ordinary American choices as well, including
a delicious-looking hamburger and several steaks, although to Katie’s gratitude
there were most decidedly no French fries.   She needed to hang onto her bikini body for at least a week, and French
fries were her weakness.
    Serena twirled the spaghetti on her fork, and for some reason Katie
thought back to that famous scene from Lady and the Tramp.   Well,
neither of us are tramps, anyway.   So that’s
out.
    “What are you thinking about?” Serena asked out of the blue, slurping a
long spaghetti noodle into her mouth.
    What am I thinking about?   The question seemed crazy to Katie for a
moment.   Shouldn’t it be obvious?   We
practically played doctor out there.   But
maybe that was good, she reasoned.   Guess I’m not such an open book after all.
    Katie crunched the last garlic crouton of her salad when it hit her—just
how bone-crushingly tired she
was.   “When did we get off the plane
again?” she asked, yawning.
    Serena looked at her phone.   “It
was 6AM, so, like fifteen hours ago.   I’m
as tired now as when I flew to Italy.   Something about that bus ride did it.”   The long bus ride from the airport had been exhausting as well, and even
relaxing on the beach and getting a massage hadn’t done enough to lift