Page 38 of The One I Need
Izzy: It was.
Oliver: Feel better?
Izzy: Much.
Oliver: Did you let him go?
Izzy: Fuck yes. Fired his ass on the spot.
Oliver: That’s my girl.
* * *
Oliver: How was your day?
Izzy: Are you really going to text me that every day?
Oliver: How else am I supposed to check on my friend?
Izzy: You could stop.
Oliver: That’s not going to happen.
Izzy: Why did I agree to be your friend?
Oliver: Because I’m irresistible.
Izzy: Sure…we’ll go with that.
Oliver: Oh! Speaking of being my friend, what are you doing tomorrow?
Izzy: On a Saturday? What every thirty-four-year-old woman does. I’m bringing home work, doing laundry, and grocery shopping only for me to use none of my groceries next week.
Oliver: Nope. Wrong answer.
Izzy: Fine, I’ll bite. What’s the right answer?
Oliver: Be ready at noon. Wear comfortable shoes.
* * *
“You have gotto be kidding me.”
I look over to my passenger seat and can’t hold back my laughter. “Not what you were expecting?”
“Hardly,” Izzy says. “When you said to wear comfortable shoes I figured we were going for a walk. Not the farmers’ market.”
“Nope,” I say as I pull out my phone. “But first, selfie time.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because. We take photos to remember the fun times. And I have a feeling this is going to be a very fun day.”
“If I take this picture, will you get me a coffee?”
“It will be our first stop.”
I hold my camera up and smile, while Izzy gives me an ‘I hate you’ look.
