“Okay, Amy, we get it. Your new boyfriend is awesome.”
Amy knew Donna was jealous, but she hadn’t expected the vitriolic tone. “Well, he is. I mean, he’s not perfect. He’s hard to understand sometimes and behaves in odd ways that I don’t understand. There are a lot of times he won’t even look me in the eye. It’s weird.”
The friends took a seat in the lunchroom and Amy watched them all open their bags. Nearly everyone had leftovers. Donna had a salad and Trina, a sandwich. Licking her lips nervously, Amy peeked into her bag.
Takumi had made her a lunch. He considered it repayment for the opportunity to spend the night at her place. He’d made dinner the night before as well, and she’d expected leftovers like everyone else. Of course, her would look like it had come from a Japanese restaurant.
She removed the kerchief carefully tying the bamboo container together. The top came off and she blinked in complete surprise.
Donna leaned across the table. “Okay, nevermind, he is awesome.”
“How am I supposed to eat this?” she asked her friends.
“That’s your problem,” Donna teased, taking a panda and walking him over the table.