Harlow adjusts the rearview mirror and examines her expression. “What can I say? I drank a thirty-two ounce soda for breakfast.”

Hunter just shakes his head while thrumming his fingers against his knee, clearly annoyed.

And me? I’m totally confused and feeling really uncomfortable. Before the awkwardness gets too out of hand, though, the waitress skates up with our order. She smiles as she balances the tray on Hunter’s half-rolled down window.

“Just honk if you need anything, okay?” She smiles at him before skating back toward the order window.

“Just honk if you need anything,” Harlow mocks while twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “And I mean, anything at all.”

Hunter picks up a burger. “She didn’t say anything at all.” He hands Harlow the burger.

“Yeah, so? She meant it.” Harlow unwraps the burger then glances at me. “Something you should know about this little town that you now live in—almost every girl around your age, give or take a couple of years, is freakin’ obsessed with my brother.”

“Not every girl,” Hunter protests, handing me some fries.

I breathe in the salty goodness. “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen so far, it seems like you’ve got a ton of admirers.”

Hunter gives me an unimpressed stare but is struggling not to smile. “You say admirers. I say stalkers.”

Harlow snorts a laugh. “Like you don’t encourage them.”

“I don’t encourage them,” he insists, collecting another burger. “They just … I don’t know … I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with me.”

Did he seriously just almost quote Mean Girls?

“Dude, you so did not just say that,” Harlow and I say at the same time. Then we both yell out, “Jinx!” It’s a real bonding moment, let me tell you.

Hunter’s gaze shifts between us, a trace of a confused smile playing at his lips. “Okay, I’m so confused. What’re you two screaming about?”

“Mean Girls,” we both say then laugh.

His confusion only magnifies. “What?”

“It’s a movie,” I explain. “A total chick flick. You should watch it.”

“You think I’m the type of guy to watch a chick flick?”

“Actually, yeah, maybe.” I say it mostly to mess with him, but he does sort of seem like the type of guy who would. “You should watch it.”

He chuckles, rolling his tongue in his mouth. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll watch it, but only if you watch it with me.”

“Hey.” Harlow points a finger at Hunter. “No way. You are so not trying to steal my new best friend.”

“I’m not trying to steal her,” he assures her while smiling at me. “Raven and I are friends, though. We already decided this while you were taking the world’s freakin’ longest piss.”

“Maybe I have a UTI?” Harlow quips then takes a huge bite of her burger.

“TMI, little sis,” Hunter gripes. “And FYI, if you do, it’s probably from all the fucking soda you’re drinking in the morning.” He moves to hand me the burger.