Gosh, she was cute. I got a little surge in my chest every time I saw her.
She smiled and ran to my passenger side before I could open the door, then let herself in. “Hi! You look good!”
I stuttered for a moment, but finally managed, “I—I feel a lot better.”
“I can tell. I mean, I didn’t see you when you were sick, but you look good. I said that already. Whatever. Where should we go for lunch?”
I’d thought we were going to eat at the cafe, but of course, she wanted to get out of there for a few—she was stuck there all day. It was a great cafe, but probably not when you had to be there. I said, “Oh, uh, there’s a Thai place down the street my dad and I like.”
“Perfect.” She clapped her hands together, then tugged her ratty-looking heart-shaped “f**k off” backpack out from between her a
