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Meeting the BitchI can’t stop tapping my foot. It’s a nervous habit, and I have plenty to be nervous about.Maria is coming soon. Maria and her new girlfriend. The new love of her life. The “most amazing and beautiful girl ever.” Maria and Reyna. Reyna, who I’ve never met. Reyna, who didn’t exist in my life or Maria’s life until two weeks ago. Reyna, the new center of Maria’s world.And yes, I’m jealous. One second Maria spends every second with me, and the next she disappears from my life. Even when I text her, it takes hours for her to respond. It’s like our whole relationship was a phase for her. Never mind that I got her through two brutal breakups. Never mind that I introduced her to her (former) fiancée. Never mind that I’ve bailed her out of jail. Twice. Nope. None of that matters to her. All that matters is Reyna.I notice the salt and pepper on the table hopping around and put my hand on my thigh to stop the shaking. Jesus, this is the worst.I look around the diner. It’s nothing fancy: another chain that looks just like a thousand restaurants across the country. Most of the patrons are heavyset, though it’s not like I can judge. Curves never hurt anyone (except their dating chances). But it’s slow around here. Only one waitress is working the floor and she seems frazzled. Stray hair keeps falling in her eyes and she blows it away for a second or two before it falls back into place. One of the older men at the counter keeps leering at her, and it makes me uncomfortable. The girl’s at work. She’s not asking for it. And she probably didn’t come up with the small shorts and suspender getup that is her uniform.I slide my cup of coffee to the edge of the table to signify a refill. No, I don’t need more coffee. I need to relax, but I like having something warm to hold and sip on. The empty cup marks the fall of cup three. I’m sure I’ll die from an exploding heart when I’m thirty, but what the hell?The table shakes and the coffee cup falls off the edge and shatters. Shit.The waitress rolls her eyes and heads over to my table.“Oh, sugar,” she says, throwing her hands to her hips and huffing.“Actually, I prefer it black,” I say.“Funny,” she smiles. “I’ll be right back with a broom.” She hurries away, and when I look up, the whole diner is staring at me. I slink into my seat and blush. I lean down, partly to pick up my mess, but mostly to hide isveçbahis my face, when the waitress returns.“Oh honey, don’t you worry about that. I got it.”“Well, it’s my fault. Too much caffeine got me jittery.” The waitress gets the shard of the mug into a nice pile and then stands up, shifting her weight onto one leg and the broom handle, slouched to one side.“Still want more?” she asks.“You bet.”“That stuff will kill you.”“I go out on my own terms.” She gives a small laugh and bends back over to sweep up the mug into a dustpan.“That’s funny,” she says while still bent over. It’s almost provocative. God, is she hitting on me? “You’re funny,” she says while she straightens back up.“Thanks,” I mutter. This is officially thirty seconds longer than I want any conversation with a stranger to go.“Want anything else? Coffee on an empty stomach can kill your insides.”“No, I’m fine. I’m waiting for a friend,” I say. Something in her wilts. Damn, I think she was hitting on me.“Alright, well if you need anything, I’m June,” she offers her hand out to me, and I shake it.“Nice to meet you,” I say. “I’m Sarah.”“That’s a pretty name,” she adds and holds onto my hand longer than I’m comfortable with.“So is June. My favorite month, actually.”“Two pretty names for two pretty girls,” she says with a wink and walks away.Holy shit, she was hitting on me. I blush with the realization, but then get really embarrassed. Was I supposed to flirt back? No. I have a boyfriend. I’m straight for fucks sake. I mean, I agree with Carl, everyone’s a little bi. But I’m not flirt-with-random-waitress-girl bi.I hear the bell attached to the door jingle and look up. It’s Maria and some older woman. Maria is her usual self. She’s only a little over five feet tall. She’s petite and relatively flat chested. But she’s punky with a pixie haircut, pink hair, short jean shorts, a blue tank top, and red suspenders. She’s twenty-seven, but her wardrobe always makes her look eighteen. The woman with her, who I can only assume is Reyna (though I can’t believe it), is what my brother would call “a tall drink of water.” She’s wearing a red sun dress with small yellow sunflowers decorating it almost like polka dots. The dress should button at the top, by the cleavage, but she’s opted to almost let the girls hang out. The unbuttoned top shows a black lacy bra underneath (at least isveçbahis giriş she’s wearing a bra!). Her hair is midnight black and curly, and right above two soft olive cheeks are bright amber eyes. I can tell the color from across the diner. But all her curves end with sharp points. Her chin is angular and bold. Her round hips come to high heeled shoes and sharp clicks as she enters the diner.Maria notices me quickly and waves me down. I wave back limply. Reyna doesn’t seem to notice me, but she follows Maria towards my table anyways. Reyna’s like a magnet sliding across the floor. Surely each leg is lifting, but each move is smooth. She looks in my direction, but I’m not sure she’s looking at me. It’s more like she looks through me. June catches her eye and the two pause for a moment, mid-step. Something like a shiver runs through June’s body, and she scampers off into the kitchen.I claw out of the booth and stand to hug Maria, who practically tackles me. She’s always been a golden retriever puppy to my indoor cat, and I love it. She takes a step back and inspects my outfit, like she always does, and clicks her tongue in disapproval.“It’s almost hard to tell you’re a woman beneath all that frump, love,” she teases.“I bet,” I mutter. “And how do the men tell you apart from a prostitute?” I tease back. We both chuckle uncomfortably for having added a little too much truth to our taunts.“And this,” says Maria as she steps aside like a magician on stage, “is Reyna!” Reyna has her head turned, still staring at June from over the counter and into the kitchen. June makes eye contact again and then ducks beneath the counter. Maria nudges her with her elbow and Reyna turns sharply. She glares down Maria, who shrinks away from her. Then she turns to me.Her eyes are striking, demanding my attention. She reaches her hand out limply, almost as though offering me to kiss it, but I take it carefully and shake it. She smiles.“You must be Sarah,” she says. Her accent is a thick Spanish one, making the words sound heavy and breathy. The handshake is over, but she holds onto my limp hand like some British nobility at tea. “Maria tells much about you.”“She does?” I say. I don’t pull my hand away from her. I don’t know why, but it feels as though I’m not allowed to do so.“Si,” she almost purrs it. “Much.”“I haven’t heard much about you,” I say. isveçbahis yeni giriş My temper flairs again about the stupidity of the situation, breaking me from the moment. How two weeks ago Maria was engaged to Jace. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but she’s always with Reyna. Even now, I can’t tell Maria what an idiot she’s being. Now she’s apparently bi with a Spanish bombshell.Reyna looks at Maria in surprise, and Maria laughs nervously. “How do you describe this in words?” She gestures towards Reyna’s entire being. “You simply have to meet her. And now you have.” Her pace picks up with her nerves. “Let’s sit. Here. At this table. Is this our table? Must be. Let’s sit.” Maria practically dives into the booth. I climb in after her, aware of my stomach gliding along the table. Reyna slinks in behind Maria in one move.“Have you ordered?” asks Maria. “I’m starving.” Maria starts to flip through the sticky menu. She can never decide between eating breakfast for every meal or eating like an adult. I’m decidedly breakfast all the time.Reyna glares at me while Maria prattles. I try to maintain eye contact, but whenever I do, I get lost in her amber eyes. “We will not be staying long,” says Reyna. Then she places a hand on Maria’s wrist and Maria’s nervous flipping stops suddenly.“But you said we were having lunch,” whines Maria. She’s used the whine on me before, and it always works. But not on Reyna.“I said we would meet. But we will be leaving before any food arrives. I’d like coffee.”As if on cue, June comes from the kitchen with three mugs and a pot of coffee. She puts the mugs down in front of each of us and leaves the pot in the center of the table. She takes out her notebook. “Hey, my name is June, what can I get for you ladies?”“The coffee is fine,” says Reyna. “Though we only need two cups.” Reyna hands the mug in front of Maria back to June. June buries herself in the menu, embarrassed. “Thank you, June. You may go.”“Right,” says June, scribbling something down. “I’ll leave you three alone.” She rips off one of the papers from her notebook and drops it in front of me. I assume it’s the check, but when I turn it over, I see it’s her name followed by seven numbers. Her phone number! Holy shit. I look back up at her, but she’s already scribbling on the notepad again, rips off a piece of paper, and puts it down in front of Reyna before scampering off. Reyna glances at the note, smirks, and then slides the paper to Maria. Maria looks at it, confused, and then puts it in her pocket. I put my copy into the front pocket of my hoodie without drawing too much attention.