Page 72 of Safe With You
“We could do seasonal pictures too,” she said. “Not every month, because absolutely not, but maybe a few times a year.”
“That would work.”
“And when we do another Open Mic Night—”
I looked at her.
She stopped.
“What?”
“You said when.”
Her eyes dropped to the notebook.
“I said if.”
“No, you said when.”
A line appeared between her brows as if she could somehow force the last ten seconds to rearrange themselves.
“I haven’t officially decided.”
I nodded toward the notebook. “Looks pretty official from here.”
She glanced down at Open Mic Night circled twice.
“That means nothing.”
“Of course.”
“You’re irritating.”
“I’ve been told.”
“Recently?”
“Very.”
That earned another laugh.
She flipped the page before I could see what else she’d written, but not fast enough.
“Wait.”
Her hand stopped.
“What?”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“That was a whole page of nothing.”
She pulled the notebook closer to herself.
“You’re nosy.”
