I shrugged. “I don’t know. That everything is temporary?”
“Uh, no, that’s depressing.” She shook her head. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something. Can I take a few videos of you tomorrow morning after we surf? Do you have time?”
Oh, right. That social media thing. Knowing someone was thinking about it and that I wouldn’t have to do anything was a relief. “Sure. Whatever you want.”
She flashed me a smile, a real one like she showed Avery, and my chest squeezed. I smiled back at her.
“See you tomorrow, Wyatt.”
“See you tomorrow, bookworm.”
When I returned home from surfing that evening, I had a missed call from Avery.
“Why do you want my copy of Pride and Prejudice?” she answered as soon as I called her back.
“I want to borrow it.”
She snorted. “Why?”
“I’m curious about it.” I pic
