Page 133 of Girls Will Be Girls
“If that’s okay?” He asks coyly.
I smile wider. “I know what Otto did was so incredibly shitty, but I can’t be mad if it means you’ll be here,” I say honestly. “When are you coming?”
“I can be there Saturday morning.” He says.
“And you’ll stay with me?”
“Is that an invitation?” I hear him smirking.
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
“Good.” He says, both of us definitely grinning like idiots.
“And I’ll come with you,” I say. “To the dinner.”
“You really don’t have to. I can get you out of it.” He says.
“No, it’s fine. I want to come.”
“Sure?”
“Sure,” I say confidently.
“Thank you.” He says. “It’ll be bearable with you there.”
I smile into my hand like a love-struck teenager. “Good. You’re welcome.”
A loud chorus of“No way,”and“Are you crazy?”sounds from the other end of the bar drawing me back to reality.
“What was that?” Lou laughs. “Where are you?”
“I came straight to my friend’s bar when I got home. We’re all back in the city for the first time in a while.” I explain. “They’re arguing about Jack Black’s filmography currently.”
Lou laughs. “Just make sure they don’t get into his discography, you’ll be there for hours.”
“Dear god,”I say dramatically like a man in a disaster movie.
“I’ll call you in the morning?” He says.
“Yes, please.”
He lets out a small chuckle. “Always so polite.”
“It gets me what I want.” I grin.
“Always.” I hear his grin back. “Night, baby girl.”
“Night.”
There’s a delay between us, like those words weren’t enough. Like, there’s something else we both want to say.
“Bye.” I finally whisper, because the thing we both want to say is way too soon. We’re not there yet, not by a long stretch, even though it really feels like we are.
Never has time passed so slowly. I’ve thrown myself into finishing my articles over the last two days and getting feedback from Evelyn as I go. I email her my drafts once they’re done, and then Evelyn basically live tweets her reading them in our messages. I love how she works.
Evelyn:
How on earth do you make hiking before dawn sound fun?
