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the back by a large window that faced the avenue. It was their favorite spot to people watch.
    The delicious aroma of oregano, tomato and basil lingered in the air, entering Melissa’s nostrils every time she inhaled. She walked over to Angie, smiling and gave her a big hug.
    “Seriously? ” Angie asked, looking at the cupcake box in Melissa’s hand. Anyone who knew Melissa knew very well that she couldn’t say no to cupcakes. And you couldn’t tell by just looking at her. Melissa was a damn-good looking girl but at the rate she let her sweet tooth take over, she was sure to gain a few unwanted pounds.
    “It was on the way,” Melissa contended as she took a seat across from Angie .
    “When are you going to admit that you’re an addict?” Angie leaned forward, smoothing her French manicured nails over Melissa’s pastel pink cardigan. “ Lanoler ?”
    “Only the best,” Melissa smiled, unfolding her napkin with a snap.
    Angie sat back in the wooden chair, eyeing Melissa’s outfit from head to toe. “Just look at you, a few years ago you were barely able to afford a pair of Nine West jeans and now you’re sporting hundred dollar cardigans and red bottom shoes.”
    “You don’t look so bad yourself,” Melissa said, staring at her best friend in awe. Angie was the epitome of an All-American beauty; blonde hair, big blue eyes, totally fab and today she looked even more fabulous in a sexy black mini with red heels and recently tucked skin. (Or so she thought it was recent.)
    One wouldn’t know by looking at Angie, but during her childhood, Angie bounced around from foster homes to her drug addicted mother. It was shear perseverance that got Angie where she was today. Sometimes Melissa thought Angie was more of a New Yorker than she because Angie wasn’t afraid of anything and always got straight to the point, no bullshit and no sugar coating. Angie said it was due to her Southern upbringing. Melissa knew better. Angie was who she was. Geography wouldn’t have changed that fact.
    “Anyway, tell me the good news,” Angie continued, not waiting for Melissa to answer.
    Oh shit! How did she find out? Was I showing already? Can you show this early on? Melissa thought and then tried to sound oblivious. “What news?”
    “When I saw Jonathan at the Tiffany counter yesterday I wanted desperately to be you,” Angie squealed, clasping her hands together. Her excitement was too much for Melissa to handle.
    “Are you sure it was him?” Melissa asked incredulously. “He usually doesn’t even go out to lunch. He orders delivery just so he could stay at his desk and get more work done.”
    “Of course it was him,” Angie looked confused. “I was on my way to get a manicure and you know how I hate to be late so I didn’t even get a chance to say hello. But it was him. I’m sure of it.” She shook her head, and stood firm. “It was him.”
    Finally noticing Meliss a’s arrival, the waiter delivered her food and asked for her drink order. Taking the interruption as an opportunity to finally take in a deep breath, Melissa looked over the drink menu as if she didn’t have it memorized. But she wasn’t ready to discuss the fact that she was knocked up. “He was probably getting something for his mom. Her birthday is coming up,” Melissa said, and then turned to the waiter. “Water please.”
    “Water? Are you sick?”
    “No. I just don’t feel like drinking.”
    Angie gave Melissa a puzzled look. “Not feeling like drinking is like not wanting to have an orgasm. And who doesn’t want an orgasm? I have one at least three times a day.”
    “They have weekly meetings for that you know,” Melissa said jokingly.
    “Darling, I’m not only a member, I’m the damn president.” Angie laughed, pushing her plate to the side. “Anyway, good for him for buying his mother something nice. You’re already spoiled as it is.” Angie liked to bother Melissa about her social status because Melissa wasn’t used to