Arielle and I were on the couch watching TV when a notification made her phone screen light up. She quickly grabbed her phone from the glass coffee table. I watched as her fingers moved a million miles an hour, typing to whoever she was texting. You could see the smile on her face growing wider and wider. That smile looked like it was going to split her face from ear to ear. "We are going on a double date next weekend." Getting up from the couch, I just stared at her.
"Why?" I decided to ask, knowing she'd force me to go with her regardless of what I said. "Trey wants to go on a date but doesn't want to leave his best friend behind," she says, standing up and still looking at her phone. "Who is the best friend?"
"You met him last night."
"The guy I spilled coffee on and slept with?" D
