I’ll be there.

Adam

Seriously?

Me

Seriously.

Adam

Good, cuz Betty has been practicing baking all week. Her first three birthday cakes were pretty horrible, but she’s getting better. She’ll need all the comforting she can get when her boyfriend doesn’t show up like he said he would.

Me

How does my birthday cake have anything to do with her boyfriend?

Adam

She’s trying to impress him with her non-existent skills *eye roll emoji*

Probably.

I wasn’t surprised how invested my sister was in impressing her boyfriend. Adam was just a dick. As pessimistic as I was optimistic.

Adam

the cakes for you 2.

He added, belatedly.

Adam

But mostly her boyfriend.

I couldn’t help but snort.

Adam

She claims he’ll be here Saturday.

Me

Maybe she’ll stress bake enough cakes to summon him early.

Adam

Shit. That’s funny. I’m gonna go tell her you said that.

I knew there was no point arguing with him. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the ache in my chest had subsided. I’d missed them. Damn. Someone knocked on the bathroom door and I huffed in annoyance. Prudence had probably finished up at the car, and was here to harass me about my very human needs. He could wait. Two seconds later, I got another text.

Betty

Fuck you.

Me

*kissy face emoji*