Dahlia's POV
"Does it feel like someone has their eyes on you lately?" Lorena's question came out of nowhere as she yanked open the mini fridge and grabbed a water bottle, downing half of it in one go.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and continued her stream of complaints. "This hotel food tastes like cardboard. We should switch to something with actual flavor for dinner."
Lorena's mind worked like a pinball machine, bouncing from topic to topic without warning. I gave her a sideways look. "Let me guess. You're restricting calories again."
"How do you always know?" She stared at me like I'd just performed magic.
I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Because you spend half your life whining about diets, then survive on rabbit food for weeks. What did you expect lettuce to taste like, filet mignon?"
