Page 88 of Thanks for the Friendship
Ah, she’s a friend of Sara’s. That explains the strange look she gave me.
“I can’t wait for baseball season to start,” Dale says, winking at Maggie.
Just then the valet driver pulls up with their car.
“Anyway, good seeing you, man,” Dale says. “Nice meeting you, Lila.”
“You too.”
“Bye,” Maggie calls.
Cal’s car appears right behind theirs.
“I’m sorry about that,” Cal says once we’re in the car.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I say, patting his shoulder. “You’re going to have friends who are connected to both you and Sara.”
“I know. I just didn’t want anything to get in the way of having a great time tonight.”
I smile. “I am having a great time. Dinner was delicious, my date is wearing a super sexy blue suit—there’s nothing more I could ask for.”
We pull up to a stop light, and Cal leans over and kisses me. “You’re amazing.”
As we drive through the city, I peer out the window while my mind races. Is this moving too fast? Honestly, I’m terrified by how quickly I’m falling for Cal—or is it re-falling for him? Is that the correct term? I always knew that Cal Sims was never completely out of my system, but I figured he’d eventually fade into the distance along with the rest of my past.
“Dessert time,” he announces, dragging me out of my thoughts.
I start laughing as soon as I see the familiar hot pink building.
“Do you think we’re too overdressed for Sonny’s Scoops?” he asks.
I laugh. “Most definitely.”
Sonny’s is an old hole-in-the-wall ice cream shop that’s been open since the beginning of time—maybe even before that. It was a popular hangout when we were in high school, and honestly I had no idea it was still standing.
We get a few funny looks as we approach the window. I guess most people aren’t wearing suits and designer dresses when they stop here to get a treat.
Cal turns to me. “Let me guess, vanilla soft serve in a cone with rainbow sprinkles?”
My mouth drops open. I’m impressed. How does he remember this stuff? “You got it.”
Cal places our order and leads me over to one of the empty tables.
I lean my head to the side. “Okay, first the movie and now the ice cream. How do you remember all these things?”
He points to his head. “I’m a smart guy.”
“Well, that’s obvious, but seriously?”
They call Cal’s name, so he runs to grab the cones.
He hands me my cone, and I hurry to taste it. It’s as yummy as I remember.
“Okay, here’s the deal. My dad gave me some advice years ago, and it’s stuck with me,” he says, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “He said to remember little details and never take time for granted because that’s one thing you can’t get back.”
I nod. “That’s some solid advice.”
“It’s always worked for him, so maybe there’s something to it.”
