Page 14 of Bookish Boys Don't Date Social Girls
She sits up. “Ines, are we allowed to bring a date?”
Lincoln answers. “Absolutely. Your friends can as well.”
An image of Brent wearing a suit forms in my mind and will not go away. Oh, my goodness-golly, I can only imagine what it would feel like to be on his arm when he’s dressed up. I picture us entering the reception hall, him gliding like a panther.
Bridget clears her throat. “Does that look indicatea yes?”
“What look?” I make sure my expression is all innocence when I meet her gaze.
“You were definitely thinking of someone just then. It looked like you wanted to pounce.”
I sigh. “Oh my gosh, Bridge. I’m developing a huge crush on this guy, and he doesn’t even know I exist.”
“I have a hard time believing that.”
“Well, he knows I exist, he’s just not the least bit interested in me. I have no idea how to get his attention.”
Bridget taps a finger on the table as she contemplates my situation. “What is he into? Have you tried showing interest in it?”
I close my eyes and nod, then tell her about the visit to the bookstore for a book for Ava.
I brighten. “But I get to go back this week to pick up a copy of a magazine he and I both like. So maybe that’ll help?”
“Start a conversation with him this time that doesn’t have to do with books.”
“Like what?” I slap a hand on the table, rattling the silverware. “I told the girls that Brent and I wouldn’t have anything in common, and I was right.”
Bridget cocks her head. “Really? It doesn’t sound like you know that yet. You need to get him talking so that you can discover what you do have in common.”
I nod. “Okay. I’ll try. Thanks, Bridge.” Then I ask hesitantly, “Are you seeing anyone new?”
Her smile is sad. “Not yet. But I can feel that I’m getting closer.”
I squeeze her hand. “I’m glad. You deserve happiness.”
“Thanks, sis. You do too!”
“Do you think Justice or Cisco will bring dates?”
“Justice might. He’s been seeing Layla for a couple months now. But Cisco?” Bridget makes a funny face. “He’d have topay for her airfare to get her here, and I can’t see him doing that for someone he’s only been on two or three dates with.”
She’s right. It’s hard to imagine a serial dater having anyone to bring to the wedding. I bite my lip. She might say the same of me though. But, if I get to see Brent in a suit, maybe I’ll finally be willing to go past that second date.
A selection of desserts is set in front of me, and I squeal. “My favorite part of dinner.”
My sisters chorus at the same time, “Dessert!”
Chapter Eight
“Gotcha something.”I hand Ava the wrapped book. I figured since I got it for her, I might as well present it like a gift. I chose pink wrapping paper decorated with heart-shaped bubbles. The bow is also pink.
Summertime is the best because Ava and Bek can spend the night even though it’s Sunday. They both work tomorrow, but I’ll drop them off together. I miss having them around on the weekends. Responsibility sucks!
“What is this for?” Ava eyes the package suspiciously.
At first, her caution irks me, but when I think back, I realize I don’t give presents often. Especially when there isn’t a holiday or birthday.
Bek giggles. “Just open it.”
