Stained

Chapter 125

"Erm..." she trails off, biting her lower lip.

My mouth parts ever so slightly in realisation. And then more so at how quickly my mind strayed off to the gutter.

Hannah can obviously see from the look of embarrassment on my face where my thoughts have wandered off to, because her eyes widen and she vigorously shakes her head no. "It's not what you're think..." she nervously and briefly looks over at Damien, lowers her voice and leans toward me over the table, "secret spot."

Oh. I snap my lips shut knowing what she's talking about.

"The foods here," I stupidly state the obvious as the waitress stops at our table and begins placing the drinks on the table. Damien's black coffee, Hayden's iced tea, Hannah's caramel latte, and a water bottle I didn't ask for but am not returning. I didn't realise how parched I am until she places it in front of me.

With an apologetic expression creasing her features, the waitress straightens and presses the tray she brought our drinks on against her stomach. "I'm afraid we're quite busy this morning, and so your food might take over an hour."

My eyes sweep over the room. It doesn't appear busy. Actually, there is probably a maximum of five people in here. I have come here when there was three times this amount, and yet the food never took over an hour. Half an hour. But never an hour.

As I'm questioning if my definition of busy is wrong, Hannah speaks up.

"An hour?!" Hannah's shock is unmistakable. "Including us, there's like eight people in here." She waves a perfectly manicured finger over our table. I look down at my bland, half-broken plain nails and cringe inwardly.

Hannah is always perfectly put together; her hair is immaculate, her clothes are nothing but stylish and her make up is flawless. And her without it right now, is nothing less than her with it. She's flawless. Sarah is too, in her nineties style clothing. Beside the two of them, I'm probably known as the duff — the twig I am, the fat part is replaced with flat.

"Hannah!" I hiss. I know she's not purposely being rude, but to others, that's how she comes across. I speak from experience. It took me over two years to figure out the difference.

The waitress, whose name tag reads, Layla, barely wavers. "This week, Monday, Peacocks expanded to Uber Eats. Due to this eat ins have decreased drastically."

"You're on Uber Eats?" Hannah enthuses, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling.

I hate to burst her bubble so I keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, Hayden doesn't share the sentiment. "There's only one peacock."

I can't help glaring at him, but his gaze is solely focused on Hannah to notice and take it into account and stop.

"And?" Hannah raises a brow.

The waitress wordlessly excuses herself.

"We live in a whole other city," he informs her.

"Oh," she frowns.

Hayden leans into Hannah's ear and I look down at my fingers, uncomfortable by their PDA. Always have been. Sarah just screams ew.

Ugh, I really miss her.

Without warning, my stomach rumbles. Loudly. I blush, hoping no one heard but Hayden's low chuckle tells me they did.

"Someone's hun- shit sorry," Hayden groans and I know without a doubt it's because Hannah kicked him.

"Let's go somewhere else," Damien finally speaks up.

I hesitantly gaze up at him from beneath my lashes. "No need. I can wait."