I focused on my plate of food and tried to figure out where to start first. Everything had looked so good, and I wanted to eat it all at once.
“Start with the broccoli salad, and then just work your way around the plate,” Greta suggested. “If you take too long to figure out where to start, then everything will be cold.”
“But it will all still taste good, even cold,” one of the guys chuckled.
Luna pointed at the guy but looked at Layla and me. “That’s Snapper, and the other one is Zag.”
I gave a lame wave, and Layla smiled.
“Hidey-ho,” I called.
“Doc,” Snapper nodded.
“You’re the one who tried to trick Ransom, right?” Zag asked.
My cheeks heated, and Luna busted out laughing. “I almost forgot about that.”
“It was a learning lesson,” Greta smirked. “We figured out that Birdie is not a good actor when under pressure.”
I had met Luna and Greta under very strange circumstances, and that strangeness seemed to be a running theme when I was around them.
“In my defense, I told you I was not good at lying.”
“It wasn’t lying,” Greta and Luna replied in unison.
“Acting like I was dying when I’m not is lying,” I clarified.
“What are you talking about?” Layla whispered.
“Birdie is our homegirl, but she doesn’t have the acting chops we need when we’re trying to lose one of the guys,” Luna explained.
“Have I heard this story?” Meg asked. “I feel like you guys have so many stories that I can’t keep them straight.”
“You mean like you and Cyn?” Greta drawled. “You guys could write a book about all the crazy shit you did and still do.”
Meg huffed and waved her hand at Greta. “You’re crazy. I’m the most normal person out of all of you.”
Greta and Luna’s jaws dropped, and Snapper gaffed.
“Did you hit your head earlier and not tell us?” Zag asked. “Doc is here and can look you over if you think you need it.” Zag nodded to me. “Give her a little physical, Doc. Meg is obviously not feeling like herself right now.”
Meg stood and pushed the arms of her sweatshirt up to her elbows.
“What does your shirt say?” Snapper asked.
Meg held out her arms. “I run a tight shipwreck.”
“Totally normal,” Zag snickered.
“What’s wrong with that? I could have worn the one that says ‘ringleader of the shitshow.’” Meg smiled at me. “It had a little circus tent and an elephant balancing on its hind legs. It’s one of my favorites.” She dropped her arms and shrugged. “I better get back up to help Bristol.”
“We need to finish eating, so we have enough time to grab some dessert before we need to head back to the ER,” Layla sighed.
“You’re gonna need another plate and probably some Tupperware because no one can physically eat everything,” Zag advised.
“I’ve tried,” Snapper called. He groaned and rubbed his stomach. “It did not end well.”
“Good advice,” I laughed.
