Page 111 of Just My Type of wrong guy

“Oh, it totally is. The European leg of the tour was super flexible, we got to explore, see the sights, even check out local stuff people actually do. It was perfect.” I sigh, just thinking about it. “And before that, we toured in amazing places in Brazil. Honestly, I have zero complaints about the destinations. It really has been a dream.”

“I want to go to Europe so bad, you know? Rick and I have always talked about backpacking… and seeing more of Brazil too. Maybe we’ll squeeze it in between the next album drop and the tour. He already knows most of the places, he’d know where to take me,” Daniele says, dreamy-eyed and smiling, while Beatriz stands up.

“I’m heading to the bathroom, be right back.”

“Want some company?”

“No need. I’ll also check on our order—it’s usually quicker,” Bia says, and before I can say anything else, she’s already walking away.

“She’s not actually going to the bathroom,” Dani says a little awkwardly. “She just doesn’t like being around when I talk about Rick… because of my brother and all.”

“How long have you and Rick been together?”

“We’ve been something for a long time…” She smiles, eyes full of memories. “But it officially became a relationship about two and a half years ago.”

“And why doesn’t Guilherme know?”

“Because he wouldn’t take it well. At first, it was nothing, just silly fan stuff. I was seventeen and completely starstruck that he even looked at me, so there was no point in mentioning it. Then I turned eighteen, and it started happening more often. Before I knew it, I was pretending to be at A.J.’s just so I could be with Rick,” she admits, tying her hair up into ahigh ponytail, her cropped tee now fully visible: ‘Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions’. “Time went by, and we never drifted. It was never ‘just fun’ or ‘just a phase’—we just kept loving each other more.”

“So you’re just gonna keep hiding forever?”

“No. We agreed we’d tell everyone once we were sure it was for real. And we’re sure now.” She shrugs. “We’re gonna tell the family at the end of the tour and… the plan is to start the next one, which should be in about a year, married.”

Married.

Here I am, not even managing to date properly, and this twenty-two-year-old girl is out here planning a wedding.

And they say Gen Z doesn’t commit.

“What about you and A.J.?” There’s something in Daniele’s tone that says she knows. And even though I kind of want to kill A.J., my best friend clearly knows too—so I let it slide.

“We’re good. It was just a one-time thing… We’re fine now. Better.”

“Really?” Daniele says just as Beatriz returns to the table. “Cause for him, it seemed like it meant a lot more…”

“We’re friends. And, I mean, have you seen the amount of girls lining up to flash him in his DMs?”

“I don’t think A.J. sees you the way he sees random fans he kisses once and never talks to again…” Beatriz chimes in, unexpectedly defending the guy.

“Yeah, buttheydon’t forget him. There’s this girl who comments the same little sunglasses emoji and a red heart on every single post A.J. makes. Every one. SincebeforeVicious was even a thing. And ours too! You guys should check!”

“For someone who’s not interested, you sure went deep in that feed.”

“How cute, she said ‘this girl’ but meant ‘trashy rando,’” Beatriz says to Daniele, and the two burst out laughing.

“You know what I think?” Daniele starts, but I shake my head and cut her off.

I don’t want to go there right now.

“I think we should talk about Bia’s acting course,” I say. “I don’t want to be that kind of friend group that only gets together to talk about guys.”

“I’m going to remember you said that—just to count how many times you bring up A.J. when you two finally get together,” Bia mutters, eyes on Daniele like they’re plotting. “Anyway, my course starts January sixteenth. It’s four months long and I’m excited.”

“And what about our food, sis-in-law?” Daniele asks, rubbing her stomach.

“Two orders away from ours.”

“Seriously? It’s not even that crowded,” I complain, glancing toward the counter just as a delivery guy picks up someone’s food. “Ugh, stupid delivery… So, you wanted to do this course here because you want to acthere?”

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