"Yeah." Apparently he didn't want to come after all. So much for her thinking he was her best friend or something.
The waitress came over and took their orders, and without her menu to focus on anymore Lucy focused on her fingernails, which were painted bright blue to match her summery sleeveless top. Anything to keep from bursting into tears (she'd always been rather prone to emotional outbursts) at the thought of her best friend not caring about her birthday.