Page 62 of Introvert

"What?" I said.

"Check in just because."

"I guess.He put his number in my phone one day, and he just texts sometimes."

Every day, I mentally amended.

Felix and I exchanged messages, sometimes several times a day—even though we saw each other for a good bit of it.

Was that weird?

I didn't think so, but…was it?

"Hmmm," London said.

"What's that noise mean?" I asked.

"He must like you a lot."

My cheeks were red asI shrugged. "So, you want to go see that bean?"

Shenodded. "Yes! Let's go, then we'll do lunch and talk more about all the things—including whatever's going on between you and Fe."

Oh joy.

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"How do you like it?"

London was leaning forward, all of her attention focused on me and my answer.

I had only taken my first bite a secondago, and I chewed slowly to try and get the full experience. Tilting my head, I savored the flavors then nodded.

"It's good," I said.

"But?"

"But it's not really pizza."

She laughed. "What do you mean? Yeah, it is."

I scooped up another bite then liftedmy fork. "Nope, pizza does not require utensils. This is more like a pie."

London nodded, holding her hand out. "Exactly. That's why they call it a pie."

"Who calls it that?" I asked, putting my hand over my mouth, so I didn't flash her my food. The classic cheese-pepperoni-sauce-and-crust combo really wasdelicious.

"Uh, everyone on the East coast?"

I shrugged. "Guess it fits."

"I'm glad you like it," she said with a smile. "And you liked the bean too, right?"

A nod.

It definitely did not disappoint, and we took enough pictures that I knew my family would feel like they were here too when I showed them. London nodded backthen polished off her own piece.

We sat in silence for a moment.

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