Wrong room

ANNETTE'S POV

"Just do it already." 

Amber spoke in an exhausted tone. What was she exhausted from anyway? Me not wanting to indulge in such craziness?

Five years ago I met her at a bar. We were two ladies in distress just looking to drink away our sorrow. It seemed we had both been served breakfast by the same man. Brilliant playboy. 

Funny but true, we were exes of the same man and were now best friends. Only that she would support the weirdest of things.

"I can't just accept the offer like it meant nothing," I responded, handing her a cup of tea and then sitting beside her on my favourite couch gently sipping from my cup. It was hot.

"What is this?" She asked me with a disgusted look on her face.

"What do you mean? It's Tea." I said, 

"Tea." She repeated. 

"Yeah."

"Whatever happened to vodka, Ciroc, champagne, something strong." She said with raised brows and dimmed eyes.