“Go! Wade!” Lena and I screamed in unison.

Only for Wade to get slammed to the floor the next second.

I scrunched my face in mock-pain.

“Nine out of ten say, that definitely hurt.” I said, stifling back my laughter.

“I swear to God, Rosie. I will elbow you if you fucking laugh.” Lena gritted.

Andrew took his seat and passed our drinks to us.

“What did I miss?” He asked.

“Wade had a pretty nasty fall—”

“You didn't laugh did you?”

“Of course not, why would I do that?” I screeched.

“Cause you're Rosie Alphonse. When have you ever cared about some guy's feelings?”

Hmmm…

“You're quite right about...