Chapter Four
Video Call
Six Years Ago
A Saturday
Teagan:So, what happened?
Teagan:A shrug doesn’t tell me anything.
Silas:She dumped me. She wasn’t happy and “kissing me had become like kissing her brother.”
Teagan:Ouch. I know you really liked her. Want me to drive out there and egg her car?
Silas:I don’t think the petty vandalism is worth the three-hour drive.
Teagan:Says you. I love petty vandalism. And breaking my friend’s heart is not a petty offense.
Silas:Save the eggs for an omelet.
Teagan:I never learned how to make one. So, how are you doing?
Silas:We were good friends since high school. We never should have dated in the first place.
Teagan:Are you sure you don’t want me to pick up some eggs?
Silas:(Laughing) I’m sure. I don’t get the sense we’ll be talking anymore. Just remind me to never date a friend again, okay?
Teagan:Okay. I mean, there will be a point when you find me irresistible, but I’ll remind you.
Silas:The first night we met in person, I held your hair while you threw up cheap beer and whipped cream. I think we’re safe.
Teagan:That was a fun party.
Silas:If by fun you mean loud and out of control.
Teagan:I did mean that when I said fun. So, I was thinking...
Silas:Uh-oh
Teagan:It’s not a bad thing.
Silas:What is it?
Teagan:There’s this study abroad program that has connections with both our campuses. Do you want to go to France with me next spring?
Silas:I don’t speak French.
Teagan:I remember, but the program instruction is all in English and we’d have almost a year to learn some French.
Silas:I don’t know...
Teagan:Think about it—we’d get to spend four months together and we’ve lived three hours apart since becoming best friends.
Silas:Since you decreed we were best friends.
Teagan:And I was right about that, so I’m probably right about France.
Teagan:Just think about it!