It was a little past 2:00 when Bree and Trent walked into the restaurant Christy had suggested. When Christy said she’d be there at 2:00, that meant no earlier than 2:15, so Bree wasn’t surprised at all that they still weren’t there now, and she wasn’t expecting them for a few more minutes. The waiter showed them to a booth large enough to seat all four of them, and Bree and Trent sat together, leaving the other side for their friends--if that could even be used to describe Hank at the moment. He was still Bree’s friend, but apparently not Trent’s. Not that she blamed him.