When I arrived at La Luna, I looked stunning. Haskell looked all right, too. “What can I get you to eat?” The waiter asked. “Might I recommend the lasagna?”

 

“I guarantee you my manny cooks it better,” I assured him. “I’ll have the gnocchi alla pomodoro.”

 

“And I’ll have the pepperoni pizza,” Haskell said. He’s not quite as classy as me, but there’s something admirable about his dopey simpleness. “I’ve wanted to take you here a long time, Lennox. You’re a special girl, and you deserve a special place.” If what he was saying weren’t cheesier than my manny’s cream sauce, it would be cute. Just then, Haskell’s ex Scarlett walked up. She’s a real you-know-what.

 

“Funny seeing you two here,” Scarlett said. “I didn’t know that backstabbing, two-faced, boyfriend-stealing ex friends like Italian food.”

 

“First of all, we love Italian food. It’s actually our food of choice. Secondly, see ya never. Have a nice night, Scarlett,” I shot back.

 

“I’m surprised Haskell took you here, Lennox. This used to be our special place,” Scarlett sneered before stomping off.

 

“Her special place?” I shouted at Haskell. “After that whole speech about me deserving something special? What is wrong with you? I’m leaving.”

 

“Listen, Lennox—“ Haskell started, but I was already headed out the door.