“Friday.”
“As in this past Friday? Like two days ago?”
“Yes?”
Her eyes narrow. “Are you asking or telling me?”
“Telling?”
“Delia!”
“Fine! Telling! It was this past Friday. We kind of, uh, watched a show together.”
“He drove overhere?”
“Over the phone. It began with texting but after he bought me dinner—”
“WHAT!” she explodes, interrupting me. “How?”
“He called around and found out where I had ordered wings from. We had planned to eat the same thing.” Zoe’s eyes are huge, her attention focused on my lips as she absorbs every word coming out of my mouth. “It was sweet, in a creepy stalker kind of way. Anyway, I called him after my food arrived already paid for and we never hung up.”
“That’swhy you were sitting in the living room in the middle of the night.”
“That’s why.”
“Anything else I should know?”
I chew my lip, working up the courage to tell her about our night two weeks ago.Screw it.I have to tell her. She’s my best friend, and it’s only right.
“Remember our night out?”
She taps her chin. “Hmm…Lola’s?” I nod. “What about it?”
“Well…”
“Out with it!”
I hold my hands out. “Okay, okay. My cash was stolen out of my purse and you were shitfaced and I promised Caleb I wouldn’t walk home because it was late and I didn’t want any trouble so…Zach rescued us.”
She jackknifes off the couch, standing over me looking wild as a cat. “You put drunk me and sober you in a car with this guy? What!”
“No! He paid for our cab fare and even tipped the driver for us.”
She sits back down on the couch, folding her legs under her and placing her hands in her lap. She appears docile, and the act is almost believable. “Oh. Well, that was kind of him. So…are you planning to, like, meet him?”
“WHAT? No! I can’t do that!”
“But he’s local, yeah?”
I tilt my head, skeptical of where she’s going with this. “Yes…”
“Perfect!” She claps her hands together. “Then you’re meeting him.”
“No! No way!”
All at once, she’s hitting keys on my phone and bringing it up to her ear. I jump into action, but I’m too late.
I hear it.
