Amara.

Ife popped a chip in her mouth and munched loudly. I looked over the book in my hand and at her where she was seated and leaning against her desk and found her looking at me, her head in her palm. When I looked away, she sighed loudly and continued her loud munching.

“Anything you want to get off your chest?” I dabbed my pointer finger and thumb and flipped the page I was done reading over without looking up at her.

“A diamond ring, huh?” I heard the rustling of the chip bag ...