I let out a sigh. “Yes. Of course. Have you?
“Of course,” Eve answers.
“Do you think we need to discuss it more? I know I showed up with two tickets to the social as if that solved everything …”
“I don’t think we need to … I’m aware of the less than ideal things I did.”
I chuckle. “Me too. Alright, we’re both forgiven. Back to being friends.” I catch something in her face. “What?” I demand.
“I need to confess something.”
My elbows slide off the balcony railing. Her face changed when I said the words “friends”. I’ve made a mistake.
“No. Don’t tell me,” I say. “Please.”
“No! It’s not a bad thing,” she explains. “It’s an emotion thing. Not abademotion thing!”
I rub a hand over my face.
“Damn it,” she says. “I’m not good at this. I … I wanted to tell you this before, and I’m telling you now since this night seems to be full of confessions.” She inhales. “I missed you so much, Noah. I love spending time with you, and … you’re not only a friend. You’re one of my best friends.”
I break into a wide grin. “How hard was that for you to say?”
“You have no idea,” Eve says, nudging me. “I might go a vomit because of all that cheesiness.”
I laugh and pull her into a hug. “Before you go, I need to tell you something.” I lean back so I can see her face. “You’re one of my best friends too, Eve.”
She blinks up at me. “I am?”
“How are you surprised?” I shake my head. “Of course you are, Eve.”
She smiles. “I have a question.”
“Please, no,” I say, covering my ears.
“It’s not a bad question,” she says. “Why do you call me Eve? All your friends call me Knightly.”
Oh. That’s a question I wasn’t expecting. I bring my hands down. “I wanted to make up for years of calling you Eva.”
She blinks.
“Do you want me to call you Knightly?”
“No. Call me Eve.”
“Okay.”
A giggle escapes her. The breeze strengthens, lifting her hair and tangling it, and Eve tries to tame it while I laugh.
Eve Knightly. Six weeks ago, she was a stranger. Hours ago, life was a disaster. But now, my chest is bursting with happiness. It’s a perfect night.
The End