Page 76 of The Future Play

“Well, you never would be, but I understand not wanting to tag along to the wedding. Either way, if you change your mind, you’re always welcome,” Mackie says.

“I appreciate it. I expect lots of pictures and updates.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rae says.

“Yeah, gotta keep you updated on Rae and Aaron’s drama,” Sarah teases.

“And on that note, I need brownies.”

“Oh, yes, please.”

We all climb off Rae’s bed, but as we go to walk downstairs, my phone goes off.

I walkslowly so I can quickly check it, since I’m totally hung up on a certain boy.

Baseball Boy: How’s your night going?

Me: Good. Hanging out with the girls.

Baseball Boy: Damn. Does that mean I can’t sneak in your window tonight?

Though he hasn’t done that, he did spend every night my parents were on vacation at my house and snuck me into his house a few times so we could sleep in the same bed.

Me: That and I’m not letting you risk falling off a ladder and breaking your neck.

Baseball Boy: Aw, you care about me.

Me: Maybe ;)

Baseball Boy: Can I see you tomorrow?

Me: Definitely.

Baseball Boy: I’ll text you in the morning. Have a good night, gorgeous.

Me: You too, baseball boy.

I tuck my phone away, then quickly school my features before following the girls into the kitchen.

Ugh, I’m a total swooning mess over him, but my heart is so happy it’s hard tocare.

Coffee ismy favorite part of the morning. Jamie is still insistent on paying for my coffee even though things are good between us, so I started putting a few dollars in the tip jar every time.

Walking up the stairs and into Bewitched, I’m energized by my need for caffeine. Although I’m not sure if it’s actually the caffeine I’m hooked on or the comforting feeling I get from a cup of coffee.

When I pull the door open, I almost do a double take. Everything is even prettier than normal. There are twinkle lights all over, giving the whole place a cozy glow. It also smells deliciously of chocolate, and when I get to the counter and am about to order my usual, I notice a sign that says their drink of the day is my favorite seasonal beverage—one they usually have around Valentine’s Day—chocolate lava cake latte.

The woman behind the counter smiles at me like she knows exactly what I was going to order.

Once my drink is ready, I make my way over to the seating area, only to stop in my tracks when I find all the tables covered in bouquets of pink and coral roses and rose petals spread all over the floor and chairs.

“Would you believe the lady at the flower shop said this might be too much?”

I spin around and see Jamie standing there holding another bouquet. This one is bigger and has baby’s breath in it.

“What does the event queen think?” He steps closer. “Too much?”

I pretend to think about it. “Well, that depends. You have to know your audience. What does the lucky girl this is for think?”

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