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Real mature, Larkin.

I don't care. I read it a seventh time on the way to my car.

13

QUINN

It’s a Date

My phone buzzes while I’m at work. Lately, work is about the only thing that can keep my mind off Wyatt, although even that doesn’t always work. Especially when I start thinking about what he said about wanting something serious. Those weren’t his exact words, but I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant.

So when his name lights up my screen, I grab my phone and open his message immediately.

Wyatt:

You free tonight?

I smile before I can stop myself.

Me:

Wait. Are you really asking me out on a date?

The typing bubble appears. Disappears. Appears again.

Wyatt:

Let me ask you this... are you hoping it is?

Heat creeps into my cheeks.

Me:

No. And also: I asked first.

Three dots dance across my screen again.

Wyatt:

Fine, then. Yes, I’m asking you out on a date. What do you say?

I can’t help the giddy excitement bubbling up inside of me.

Me:

Okay.

Wyatt:

Okay, you’ll go on a date with me?

Me:

Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. Where are we going?

Wyatt:

Wear something you don't mind getting sand in.