It was looking to be another disappointing hour simply staring at a blank page on the computer screen when my phone buzzed. I picked it up, desperate for a distraction.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I recognized Mickayla’s familiar rasp on the other end of the line. Her unexpected call was the perfect reprieve to a frustrating, unfruitful two hours. “What are you doing right now.”
“Anything you want,” I blurted.
“Wow, the writing’s not going well is it.”
“Am I that obvious?” I rolled my eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“On Saturday, you said we could grab some lunch. I’m hoping we could make good on that.”
“Sounds great. It’ll give me a break from all this writing I’m doing.”
She heard the playful tone of my voice and laughed. “I better hang up before your nose starts growing too long.”
“What
