Sighing loudly, you threw the balled up aluminum foil into the trash can on your way out of the restaurant. Darcy had wanted Chipotle and you indulged her, letting her gush over the new guy she had met and how they had had an instant connection.
“Are you going to call him soon?” you ask her, looping your arm through hers.
“I’m already texting him,” she says with a beaming smile.
You scoff, rolling your eyes affectionately. “Of course you are.”