“I rode, like, eleven different roller coasters,” she confessed, lying back on the mattress. She’d turned off all lights off except for the one beside her bed. “And I was doing fine until I got off number twelve, but then I wasn’t near a garbage can so I just panicked and barfed into the sleeve of my hoodie.”
“You did not,” Colby said immediately.
“I know,” she said, feeling weirdly pleased with herself. “I can tell by your voice that you think I’m too prissy to have done something so unladylike, but: desperate times.”
“Clearly,” Colby said. “I think I underestimated you, Meg from WeCount.”