Cal paced from the front door to the kitchen table, where Sierra bent over to light the last candle. “Dad,” she said. “You have to chill.”
“What if this doesn’t work?” He rubbed his hands together, so nervous. Lisa had only sent him one single word since this morning when he’d crashed her party at Your Tidal Forever.
Yes.
Yes.As words go, Cal really liked that one. He’d texted back to let her know dinner would be at his house at seven.
And it was seven-oh-five.
The back door opened, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Sea, are you almost ready?”
Mikel stood there, and Cal barely blinked at him. He was a nice kid, and Cal actually liked him. He came over to the house and watched movies, made Sierra laugh, and had helped her with her final computer project at the end of the year. No
