Bex

“The girl’s mouth drops open. At first, Cassie is certain she’s just going to take it, but it seems like the girl’s had a rough morning with one too many picky customers, because she pulls the muffin off the counter, throws it on the floor, and says to Lydia, “Get out.”
― Freida McFadden, The Ex

“Hot damn,” Kevin remarks, following the path of the waitress with his eyes as she goes to get our drinks. “She has really nice arms.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“I need to either do something to get rid of Olive or I need to get the hell over it.”
― Freida McFadden, The Ex

“A Diet Coke?” Kevin seems affronted. “That’s boring. Get a real drink.” I never drink alcohol when I’m on a first date with a man I’ve met on Cynch. I don’t want to impair my judgment in any way. “Diet Coke is a real drink.” “No, it’s not.” “Well, it’s a liquid.” I glare at him across the sticky wooden table. “So I would call it a drink.” Kevin rolls his eyes at the waitress. “Fine, I will have a Corona and she will have a Diet Coke.” Then he winks at the waitress and mouths the word Sorry.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend