Beck blew out a breath. “I’m actually calling it a night.”
“This is good.” Francis rubbed her palms together as though she was warming herself up. “Let’s see what happens next.”
Feeling like a stalker and slightly uncomfortable, Tuesday followed Francis and Beck out of the building and toward his car in the back parking lot. One bright light lit up the gravelly lot as Beck loaded his guitar into the trunk of his Civic. The night sky was filled with more twinkling stars than usual as she hopped into the back of his car beside Francis. After Beck started the engine, he took a CD out of his stereo and popped in a new one. It was the band she’d recommended when she’d talked to him online the week before.
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