““Angela returns to the table, frowning. “She won’t think her own brother’s hot. That’s sick.” “Like you don’t know yours is hot,” Tiffany shoots back, looking to me for support. I shrug and look at Angela. “He isn’t even close to my type, but he’s not exactly terrible to look at.” Angela and Tiffany both go silent, looking over my head with wide eyes. Tiffany bites her lip. A soft laugh rings out just behind me. “Thanks? I think.””
