Koh narrowed her eyes. "What is Twilight Sparkle doing here?"

The girls snickered. The guys guffawed, laughing uproariously. Julian looked at his teammates in confusion.

"Oh, Julian wanted me to sit with him!" Autumn chirped. "He was so lonely, waiting for you to return to the table…" Her squinty brown eyes narrowed evilly.

Koh crossed her arms. "Julian's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

"Yeah, Koh!" a jock guy hollered. His friends laughed. Autumn's face flushed in embarrassment.

Koh slid in the right side of the booth. Julian was on the left, and Autumn was in the middle of them, clinging to Julian's arm.

A cheerleader girl snapped a picture with her smartphone. Seconds later, everyone's phone buzzed with a new picture message.

Cheerleader girl: Two's company, three's a crowd!

Our classmates who weren't there with us got in on the action.

Hip hop girl: Girl needs to let her ex go!

Street artist guy: OMG! She was flirting and coming on to me at the artist hangout yesterday. The last thing I need is a possessive freak who can't let her BF go!

Dancer girl: She flirts with EVERYONE. What a skank!

Prep girl: Who would date her anyway? Even a garbage man has better fashion sense than her!

I snickered, taking a sip of my water (the only thing in the restaurant that wasn't fattening).

A few feet away from us, Autumn was flirting it up. "Julian was just telling me how the wings here are so spicy," she batted her short eyelashes at him. "Weren't you, Julian?"

"Uh, sure," Julian replied, looking down at his pockets.

Autumn waved her hands wildly in the air. "Waiter! Waiter, please! I need a waiter! I want to order some wings!"

"You have to go up to the counter to order," Koh pointed out.

Autumn flushed. "I knew that," she lied.

We all snickered.

"I'm going to the powder room," I told Mia.

"Want me to come with?" she asked.

"No, I've got it," I replied, causally sliding out of the booth.

But instead of going to the bathroom, I went to the back of the restaurant, where a busboy was messing around, playing a game on his phone. I went closer and peered at the screen.

"High School Story, huh? Does your boss know that's what he's paying you for?"

The busboy's cheeks turned a deep red as he quickly jostled his phone into his pocket.

"Please don't tell him! I was just taking a small break," he cried.

I didn't say a word for a few seconds, letting him squirm.

"Please!" he pleaded again.

"I guess I can spare you… provided you do me a teensy favor," I looked at him expectantly.

"Anything!" he exclaimed. "I can't get fired for slacking on the job again! I've already gotten fired from Spicy Boyz and Go-Kart Go-Park for this!" His face crumpled into a frown.

"Alright. You see that table over there?" I gestured to the booth where Autumn sat between Koh and Julian.

"Yeah," the busboy replied.

"Knowing them, they've ordered a lot of wings. And you're going to deliver their order to them. But there's a catch."

"What is it?"

"When you are giving them their order, I want you to 'accidentally' dump the bowl of hot sauce all over the brown-haired girl who has her hair in braids. Not the black-haired girl, or the guy. The brown-haired girl. Got that?" I commanded.

"Yes ma'am!" He nodded. "I'll do it, I promise!"

I smiled. "That's what I like to hear."

After the busboy went off, I went to the bathroom, ran a mini brush through my hair, re-glossed, checked for imperfections, and went back to my table. It was showtime.