Tasha slid into the booth across from the other woman and took a slightly chipped white coffee mug that sat upside down on a paper placemat and flipped it over, the greasy spoon server signal that she would be having coffee. "Can I call you Bri? I think you could be a Bri," she remarked with a grin before poring over the menu selections. The phone in her cardigan pocket buzzed and she picked it up. It was a message from Brian, and she snorted at the words. "Excuse me a sec," she told her new dining companion.
-Are you sure you want a t-shirt from a person who still has band posters? -I'll swap you for that Cinderella shirt I saw you wear.
The phone was stashed back in her pocket. "Do you want to split some fries?" she asked Brianna.