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DeShawn cracks a grin, his eyes roll to the back of his head. He says nothing but nods for me to continue.
I can tell it’s hard for him to keep quiet as I explain how I purposely scouted the room. I was sure she was perfect for me because she specifically fit what I was looking for in a lab partner.
DeShawn fists his mouth to keep from interrupting.
But I continue with my criteria of Abby needing to be plain, non-descript, and most of all, studious.
“Damn, I have to meet this girl,” DeShawn teases. “How does one go from plain jane to distracting, in such a short time?”
“I’m getting to that,” I remind him. “I guess it was the night of her birthday… When she knocked on the door, she took my breath away.”
“So…” He waggles his eyebrows. “She’s a looker in disguise, eh?”
“It’s not like that.” My tone’s serious and cuts to the chase. I won’t let him disrespect her.
DeShawn’s hands instantly go up as if he’s surrendering to the ill-spoken thoughts.
Before he can say another word, I affirm, “Abby’s so much more than a pretty face.”
“Obviously.” DeShawn smiles. “All the more reason to meet her.” Then as if another thought hits him, “Does she have any hot friends?”
Sydney and Chloe are both beautiful. But I got the distinct impression Sydney won’t put up with his shit. She appreciates his athleticism, but I’m sure that’s where she draws the line. I scratch the tip of my nose as I try to figure out a way to word my response. “Uh. She’s got two roommates. I can see if they’re available. Maybe we can get Grey to hang out with us, so it doesn’t look like such a big deal?”
“Sounds like a plan.” DeShawn’s smile widens. “But let’s not call it a date though. I’d rather just hang—if you know what I mean.” Then he glances to the clock on the microwave. “We’ve gotta get going. See what you can do to set it up.”
While DeShawn drives us to the gym, I type out a quick message to Abby.
Me: Good morning, Angel.
Right away, I see those three little bouncing dots telling me she’s responding, and my heart picks up the pace in anticipation.
Abby: Morning. How was your night?
I could say a million things, but I’ll stick with the truth.
Me: Fine. It’s weird to say I missed waking up beside you, right?
Abby: No. I miss sleeping next to you, too.
A grin spreads across my lips, knowing we’re on the same page.
Me: Want to come over for dinner after practice? It’s my turn to cook, and the guys will be here. Invite your roommates, so you’re not stuck with us. There will be plenty to eat—promise.
There. I put it out there. Worst-case scenario, she declines. Best case, I get to spend the evening with her.
Abby: I’ll see who’s available. But just so we’re clear, this isn’t a triple date. Syd will automatically decline if that’s the case.
I can only imagine howthatwould go over. I look to DeShawn and wonder if Sydney will put him in his place tonight, should he flirt with her. I almost don’t want to say anything… to see her fierceness in action. That would be a show on its own.
When I chuckle aloud at the thought, DeShawn side-eyes me but maintains focus on the road.
I ignore him.
Me: Got it. Though I am totally considering this a date for us if I’m going through the trouble of cooking for you.
Abby: Duly noted. What time?
Me: Will seven work?
