Page 145 of The Fake Out Flex

I reject it and text him.

Evie: Nope. Not happening.

Evie: Not talking on video.

Evie: I look terrible.

Fraser: Is that why you rejected the call?

Evie: It is.

Fraser: But you look beautiful.

Evie: You haven't seen me tonight, so you have no way of knowing that.

Fraser: Actually, I do.

Evie: How?

Fraser: Because you're always beautiful.

How?

How does he always know the most swoon-worthy thing to say?

But still, I will not allow myself to get sidelined by Fraser's swooniness.

I press on.

Evie: Why do you want to switch to a video call?

Fraser: Well, because we're about to have 'the conversation'.

Fraser: And before you make some crack like: and by 'the conversation' do you mean why do people in Britain butter their bread for a sandwich?

Fraser: I want to be serious for a moment.

Fraser: Because by 'the conversation' I mean talking about us.

Fraser: Specifically, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you.

I almost drop my phone.

It's happening! It's happening! It's happening!

Fraser is going to ask me to be his girlfriend.

My instincts may have let me down in the past, but I know I'm right about this. I've been sensing him skirting around the topic for a while now.

He's finally going to do it…and my chin is dripping in Häagen-Dazs ice cream, and I haven't changed out of my workout gear from my Pilates class this afternoon.

Fraser: I think that conversation warrants some face-to-face time. Don't you?

Evie: Give me five minutes.

Fraser: Normally I wouldn't rush you, but I have been waiting YEARS for this moment.

Fraser: So…I've started a timer.

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