“Nah, I don’t have a preference,” she shook her head. “They’re both pretty handsome. I’d be a lucky girl either way.” How lucky they would be on the other hand, well… some awkward, younger friend of their sister’s gawking at them probably wasn’t too unfamiliar by now. They’d already gotten through the teen years.
Amber noticed the way that Chloe swallowed a name and the thick tension that followed. As Chloe dropped her chocolate bar (or rather, it phased right through her), Amber couldn’t help but lean over the counter and stare at it on the floor. “You break it, you bought it, just FYI,” she warned, offering a smile in an attempt to help alleviate some of whatever stress had just befallen Chloe at the almost-mention of, well, someone.
Briefly, she considered asking if Chloe wanted to talk about it, but since the other girl skipped over it quickly while forcing a smile and blinking away tears, Amber thought maybe she wanted something else to think about. At least for now.
She leaned against the counter and folded the pages of the magazine back. “Hey, you never know. You might get married. Maybe this place offers wedding services. Can you imagine a wedding planner havin’ to come through here? Yeesh. Anyway,”
Amber readied a pen next to the cash and set the magazine down, leaning over it. “What song is likeliest to get you onto the dance floor? Timber, Sky Full of Stars, Saturday Night, or Come Away With Me?”