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"You're...you're fucking kidding me."
"I don't know. I think you're reading too much into it."
"Girl, look at them!"
Chanse points to the people they're discussing. He doesn't even need to be discreet - Amanda and Angela are so entranced with each other, looking at each other from across the room, they wouldn't notice Chanse if he was doing Keith's funeral roast dance right in front of them.
Arasha follows his gaze, then snorts and shakes her head: "Dude, even if. Let them figure it out for themselves. You know how they are."
"You - I'm sorry, you're telling me not to meddle? You?"
Arasha shrugs at him with a smirk on her lips as she gets up from the table, collecting their used dishes to bring them into the kitchen, "I'll be right back. If they start making out, snap a pic. You know, as proof."
Chanse jaw drops and he watches Arasha walk away.
How can he be the only one to notice Angela and Amanda's chemistry? Was he insane? Or was everyone else just blind?
He looks over to them again. Tommy is telling Amanda something while Angela's sitting at a table with Spencer and Courtney. Neither of them are listening to a single word their friends are saying, they're both too busy staring at each other with heart eyes. A blush is evident on Angela's face and Amanda's biting her lip.
No, Chanse is definitely right about this. Everyone else is just blind.