In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris un...
Samara: Coffee at TBB? I need a large cup of Joe and a big sloppy burger that's swimming in grease!
Reagan: How hungover are you?
Samara: My insides feel like they want to be my outsides.....
Reagan: See you there in fifteen.
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I'M SITTING AT A corner table in The Blessed Bean, chewing on peppermint-flavored gum to get rid of the headache that's currently sharpening its teeth on the inside of my skull and scowling at a sickeningly happy lesbian couple having breakfast a few tables over. How dare they be happy and in love when I feel like shit? I'm thinking about how unfair the world is when Samara walks in wearing pink Tinker Bell pajamas and sunglasses that cover half her face, her blonde hair tied in a greasy knot on top of her head. She grabs the glass of water I was sipping and guzzles the entire thing in one go.
"That might have just saved my life. Thanks,"
"Sure, anytime. Not like I was drinking it anyway," she smiles, and if her eyes weren't covered by the dark shades she'd be batting them at me.
"I ordered you a large Americano and a cheeseburger with extra cheese.....and a side of fries," she takes off her glasses, carefully lays it next to my empty glass of water, and then takes my hand in hers.
"Marry me, Ray," she says reverently but drops my hand in the next second in favor of clapping when her food arrives. "Thanks, Luke," she says to the familiar waiter who's become our somewhat friend, given how frequently we visit The Blessed Bean. Luke doesn't even bat an eye at Sammy's choice in fashion as he lays out her food in front of her.
"How's Millie?" I ask him. He rolls his brown eyes and leans a shoulder against our booth to talk to me.
"She cheated again. This time with our dentist,"
"No shit?"
"Shit," he says, but for a man who's just been cheated on for like the seventh time now, he doesn't look too put out about it.
"How'd you find out?"
"Daniel told me while three fingers deep in my mouth," Samara chokes on her burger and Luke's eyes widen. He hurries over to her side and taps her firmly on her back. "Jesus, Sammy. Chew, don't just swallow," Samara glares up at him while aggressively clearing her throat.
"You're not helping, Luke!" She says when she can talk again, her usually pale face now fire engine red. "And I only choked because of your toxic relationship drama,"
"Hey - now! I'm only doing my part in keeping your lives interesting," Luke says in mock outrage. "Your friendly neighborhood waiter, if you will," he adds with a grin that disappears when someone calls for the friendly neighborhood waiter to do some waiting. He sighs, sending us a two-fingered salute and moving on to the next table.
