She blushed at the waiters comment, wanting to say they weren't, but knowing it would take longer to explain that so instead she just said, "Two coffees please, with cream and sugar if you have any. And dessert to share."
"We have apple pie, or cherry," the waiter smiled.
"One slice of apple, and one slice of pie please."
As he left, she looked to Andrew, "I didn't feel like explaining we are only friends. Funny that he thought we were dating though right?"
She laughed, but it didn't come out loud or even boistful. It sounded forced and harsh, like she was trying to find joy within herself and there was none there. It had nothing to do with Andrew. She just couldn't move past the pain in her heart. At least the waiter had brought a semi-smile to her face. Andrew and her...together?
We've known each other since we were in diapers, it just be awkward. Wouldn't it? I mean, sure he's good looking, and we would look great together but c'mon. We act more like siblings than anything. And besides Andy would never date me. I'm not his type, and I'm like a little sister to him, and also I am four years younger than him and -wait, Iris what are you doing? Why am I listing reasons here? It's not like I like him, right? Right. Right?
The waiter came back with their order and she thanked him, pouring some cream into her coffee and sipping it.
"Fuck thats good. Andy, cherry or apple?"