Amy
The message shouldn't have made me smile.
It did anyway.
Nocturne: What's one thing you're hoping for this month?
Simple question.
Normal question.
The kind we'd asked each other a hundred times before.
Yet tonight it felt different.
Maybe because Lucas was standing outside the café window.
Rain falling around him.
Phone pressed against his ear.
Maybe because my life suddenly felt full of questions.
Questions about graduation.
Questions about the future.
Questions about myself.
Questions about people.
Especially one person.
I looked down at my phone.
Amy: That's a dangerous question.
The reply appeared quickly.
Nocturne: The best ones usually are.
I laughed softly.
Across the room, Mrs. Harper glanced over.
Immediately curious.
I pointed at my phone.
She nodded
