ISABELLA
“Hey, Carter,” I said sweetly, waving over at him from where I sat.
Then he walked over, smiling a little wider than I had expected. He stopped in front of us, his storm colored eyes locking on mine like he was trying to read my every thought.
“Hey Izzy. I didn’t think you’d actually come.”
“I told you I would,” I shrugged, trying to act like my heart wasn’t beating like crazy, I almost thought it was going to explode.
Carter sat beside us, close enough that our shoulders brushed. The heat from his body made me blink twice. Before I could think too hard about it, another guy walked up and took the empty stool next to Sarah. He was tall, kind of skinny, but he was good-looking with a mischievous grin and wild curls that made him look like he belonged in a surf magazine.
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