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was empty. She stared at it in confusion for a moment before she spotted the tickets inside. “You got tickets to see Kevin Hart?”
    “Yep.”
    She screamed loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. “Oh my god! I love him.”
    “I know you do.” We watched his specials on Netflix at least twenty times.
    “He’s the most hilarious guy on the planet,” she said. “Like, ever.”
    “And we’ll take a picture there and put it in the picture frame.”
    “Awe.” Her eyes crinkled in affection. “That was so sweet.”
    “I knew you would like it.”
    She came around the table and hugged me. “No. I love it.”
    I returned her warm embrace, feeling better than I had all day. It was nice to be in the arms of someone who loved me, someone who cared. I had a million problems on my plate but I kept them to myself since it was her birthday. I wasn’t going to bring her down with my baggage.
    She returned to her side of the table. “This calls for fajitas!” She snapped her fingers like a Latin dancer.
    “This is an Italian place,” I said, trying not to laugh.
    “Actually, I had a few Mai Tais. I forgot to mention that…” She snapped her fingers again.
    “Well, we can try ordering them anyway.” The thought was amusing. I could picture the waiter’s expression as we made a ridiculous demand. He would regret waiting on our table.
    She picked up the menu and scanned the selections. “What’s the most fattening, greasy thing on here?”
    I picked up my own. “The lasagna looks deadly on the waistband.”
    “Then that’s what I’m getting.” She threw her menu down. “It’s my birthday so I get to be a pig today.”
    “So classy,” I teased.
    “Like you aren’t going to order lasagna too.” She gave me a pointed look then sipped her Mai Tai.
    Actually, I was . “You know me too well.”
    “I’m like your boyfriend. I just don’t put out.”
    “Unfortunately,” I said with a chuckle.
    “Pay for my dinner and I’ll consider it.” She winked at me.
    “Flowers, show tickets, and dinner…man, you’re difficult to get into bed.”
    “Now you know why I’m single.”
    The waiter came to our table and took our order.
    “Two of the greasiest slices of lasagna please.” Harper handed the menus to him.
    His lips upturned in a smile. “I’ll make sure the cooks prepare it to your specification.”
    “You can just pour grease on top if it’s not enough,” I said. “We’ll still love it.”
    He chuckled. “You got it, ladies. Any special occasion?”
    “It’s my best friend’s birthday,” I said. “And she looks more beautiful than ever before.”
    Harper flipped her hair over one shoulder with an expression that clearly said, “Oh stop.”
    “In that case, the next round is on me,” he said. “Happy Birthday.”
    “Wow…thank you,” Harper said.
    The waiter walked away, and Harper leaned forward to stare at his ass like it held the secrets to the universe. “He’s got a nice behind.”
    I laughed. “Go for it.”
    She shrugged. “I’m just going to go home and be depressed anyway. May as well have a man to distract me.”
    “Wait, hold on.” I raised my hand. “I buy you all these pretty things and I don’t get anything? But he buys you a drink and you’re going to put out?”
    “Hey.” She pointed at me. “When you get an ass like that, we’ll talk.”
    A deep chuckle escaped my throat. “You’re right. I can’t compete with that.”
    “Not that you aren’t immensely attractive,” she said. “If I were a guy, I’d do you.”
    I flipped my hair over one shoulder just as she had done and gave her the same expression. “Oh stop.”
    She slapped the table with her hand as she laughed. Then she took another drink. “So, how was your day? I feel like all we’re talking about is me.”
    “It’s your birthday. We’re supposed to talk about you.”
    “True,” she said. “But I’m boring. So how was your day?”
    Absolutely and completely