Page 105 of Crashing into Love

“Not long.”

“Not long? You were like, ‘We’ve been talking about this for months,’ when I saw you last,” Andy noted.

“We have been talking about it for months. Well, not exactly. I think I said we’ve been building up to it for months, not talking about it, but we have. We’ve been together for a little less than a month.”

“We haven’t been together all that long, either,” Daisy shared. “But when we met, I just knew I didn’t want anyone else, so we’ve been together– We didn’t really just date, did we?” she asked Andy.

“Nope. We kind of went all-in there.”

“And you made fun of me?” Drew teased.

“I only made fun of you because you went from not knowing if she was even into women to being her girlfriend in what felt like a night, when anyone at that table the night we all had dinner could easily see that the woman was totally into you. She practically scanned your entire body with her eyes, Drew. She wanted you.”

“She has a thing for my lucky jacket,” Drew said with a little cocky smirk.

“And what’s under it; I’d imagine.”

“Anyway… It’s been less than a month, but I’ll round up because it’s easier: about a month.”

“Well, if you ever need any flowers for her, let me know. I know Andy told you that I own my own shop.”

“She did, yeah. And, thanks. I might take you up on that. I don’t know when she’ll be back for a visit yet, but when I do, I’ll let you know, and maybe you can help me pick something out that means something good.”

“You don’t know when you’ll see her again?” Andy asked.

“Not yet. We’ve both been really busy, and it’s been hard with Gia.”

“Who’s Gia?” Daisy asked.

“Selma’s daughter,” Andy explained. “That I wasn’t even aware she had until Drew told me. She’s what, eight?”

“Nine. Well, almost ten, actually. Her birthday is in a week. I need to figure out what to get her, don’t I?”

“I have a ten-year-old niece. Maybe I can help. What is she into?” Daisy asked.

“Physics.”

“Sorry?” Daisy said.

“She’s a genius,” Drew explained. “She’s taking high school classes, and she’s into science and math. I guess she likes art, too. Drawing, not painting, though. Maybe there’s something there. She’s taking a drawing class.”

“She’s taking high school classes?” Andy asked.

“It’s why it’s hard for Selma to get away. Gia goes to this special school for gifted kids like her, but she’s even more gifted than most of them, so she’s in this customized program just for her, and it means that the schedule isn’t always the same. Plus, they’re now talking to Selma about her graduating high school next year or the year after, at the rate she’s going through the curriculum they thought would be too hard for her, and that’s freaking Selma out a little because she doesn’t know if she wants her eleven or twelve-year-old to go to college.”

“Wow,” Daisy said.

“I think she might move wherever Gia ends up going.”

“Like, if she got into Harvard, Selma would move to Cambridge?” Andy asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know that she’d let her or want her to go to school in the US. There are plenty of great schools in Canada. But if she got into one in another city or part of the country, I think Selma would move. I know that weighs on her because her grandmother owns the ski resort, and she’s getting older, and there’s no one else to help Selma with it. So, I don’t know what’s going to happen, honestly, but that’s why it’s complicated right now.”

Andy looked at her seriously and said, “You’re head over heels in love with her.”

“What?”

“Drew, you’re in love with her.”

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