Deana plucked Nikla on the side of her head. “Ow!” Nikla rubbed her temple. She didn’t expect abuse like this from her friend during lunch. Some of the diners near them in the restaurant glanced their way. Nikla ignored them. “What was that for?” Nikla placed her fork back on her plate and rubbed her head, which still throbbed from the hit. “I’ve been going on and on about my date and you look totally zoned out. What is going on with you?” Deana waved her hand in front of Nikla’s face. “Earth to Nikla. Are you with me?” “I’m right here at the table with you.” She took a sip of her water, then glanced at her cell phone. Today Sweet allowed her to have twenty pieces of baby spinach leaves for her salad, three cherry tomatoes, ten slices of mushrooms, four cucumber slices, and a tablespoon of Italian dressing. Down to the exact measurement, she prepared and ate what he commanded. Now she kept glancing at her phone to see if he had any other orders for her. Would she be allowed a dessert?
