"I'm not."

Sam shrugged and turned back to cleaning the countertop.

Lorissa sighed. "Okay, I have this favor."

"Pass." It was a hot one today, and Sam swiped at her forehead, then dusted off the display cases.

"You can't turn down a favor when you don't even know what it is." Lorissa tossed back her long, red, wildly curly hair and pushed out her full, highly glossed lower lip in a pout that was extremely effective on men, but not on Sam.

"Sure I can. In fact, I just did." Sam moved outside to the bright red plastic tables, wiping them down, lowering their red-and-white-striped umbrellas, all the while watching the sun slowly sink into the glorious Pacific Ocean. "When you ask for a favor in the same tone you might mention a funeral, I know better than to even hesitate." Sam stretched out the muscles in her neck and back, and thought a midnight swim later tonight might be just the thing she needed, especially in lieu of a man.

"You could at least let me tell you what the favor is."

"I do not want a blind date," Sam said emphatically

Lorissa rolled her eyes. "The way you read my mind really creeps me out."

"It doesn't take a psychic. You've got a hot new fling going with that rich Cole guy, and he keeps asking you to set up his friends with your friends."

"I'm sorry. This is what happens when you're my bestestfriend."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Sam shifted to the covered patio area and checked the tables there. All clean. "You know I've been quite patient through all the hideous blind dates you've set me up with over the years. I'm not interested in trying another."

"They haven't all been hideous."

"I have two words for you-Toe Guy."

"Okay, that one can be explained. I forgot your weird foot fetish, and how was I supposed to know about his accident with the lawn mower?"