Despite the fact that I have band practice both Saturday and Sunday, Kieran texts me incessantly. I try to ignore him and focus on practice, but I find myself not wanting to. I can’t stop thinking about our date, and I want to see him again. Sooner than Thursday.
How about tomorrow? he asks me on Sunday when I admit this to him.
Monday? Don’t you have work?
Technically, yes. I’ve got to take a little yacht trip with the CEO of George & Son. But it’ll be much more fun if you come along.
I stare down at my phone, genuinely surprised. He wants me to come on a work trip?
Come along as what, exactly? I ask him.
My girlfriend. I’ve known this guy forever—he’s not going to blab to the media or cause problems for us. It’ll be fun.
I’m not at all sure about this, but there is something ni
