The second date happened three days later, and I spent every single one of those days trying not to think about Enzo.
I failed spectacularly.
At work, I caught myself staring at my phone, waiting for his texts. In the shower, I replayed the moment outside the diner when he'd asked to kiss me. At night, I lay awake wondering what would have happened if I'd said yes.
The girls noticed, of course.
"You're glowing," Judy said on Wednesday, eyeing me suspiciously over her coffee.
"I'm not glowing."
"You are," Maya confirmed. "You look like someone who's been thoroughly…"
"Don't finish that sentence," I cut her off, feeling heat flood my face.
Olive smirked. "So the first date went well."
"It was fine."
"Fine?" Judy looked offended. "Girl, you've been smiling at your phone all week. Th
