ELEVEN
I NEED HIM
Ava
At lunch time, Reaper and I leave to go on our first date. As we walk into the restaurant, the hum of voices hushes when we step inside. I feel everyone’s eyes on us. I survey the room, and I’m correct. This is a beach town, and everyone is dressed casually, like they have just walked in from the shore. I straighten my boho dress.
“I’ll be back,” I say to Reaper, pointing to the restroom sign. I walk in, hoping that by the time I return everyone will be back to their conversations. While I wash my hands, I glance at my face and smile stupidly at the state of my hair from the motorcycle ride. I pat down my hair.
A couple of months ago, if someone told me that my new favorite hobby would be on the back of a motorcycle, that my best friend would be a dog, that I wou
