It’s not a date, Dave hurried to add, wishing he could just call Brooklynn. But she liked texting more than talking, and he honestly would rather have a thirty-second conversation than type everything out with his thumbs. Just friendly.
It’s not a dateJust friendly.To his great surprise, his phone rang a few seconds after he’d seen the little READ come up next to his texts. “Hey,” he said.
“So are you saying you won’t hold my hand?” she asked in lieu of hello.
“I’m saying it’s not raining for once, and I have popcorn and chocolate covered pretzels.” He got up and wandered to the front door, peering through the screen to the world outside.
“You really know how to get me to do what you want, don’t you?”
“I think you started that,” he shot back.
She laughed, and the sound sent flutters
