“Thanks,” we said in unison, our eyes never straying from one another.
A saucy grin spread across his lips as he headed to the front door with his sandwich bag in hand.
When he was gone, I eagerly opened my book. On the inscription page were these words:
Willow~
I look forward to seeing you again.
~Ryan
What did that mean? Did he want to go out with me? Or was he talking about coming back for another sandwich? My heart pounded with anticipation and anxiety. The truth was I couldn’t wait to see him again.