I give her a dry look. “When do I ever know he’s going to change it?”
“Good point.” She reaches to snatch up the remote and rewinds his walk-up again, cranking the volume up so we can figure out what song he picked. It was part of our bet for him to change his song back to Dre if I won, but I hadn’t.
But listening to the song back, it’s not Dre either.
I don’t recognize the song, but luckily for me, Jordan does.
“Holy shit.”
“What?” My head whips between her and back to where the camera is zoomed in on Ryan’s face as he smiles down at his feet, pushing the dirt around. “What song is it?”
“‘Heat Waves’,” she says, jaw agape, as if I should be familiar with it. Spoiler alert: I’m not.
“Okay? That sounds like a normal song to be using in the middle of an LA summer, no?”
“That’s not it…” She gives me a shocked face. “How have you never heard this song? It was all over the radio for a while.” She fumbles for her phone, nearly throwing it across the room with the speed at which she’s whipped it out. Her fingers fly across the screen as she pulls up the song. It’s not long before the sound carries out from her phone.
She simply watches me as I listen until it reaches the chorus, the section he used.
My eyes snap to hers. At this point, we’re completely ignoring what’s happening on the screen.
Jordan shuts off the song and drops her phone. “Girl, he’s so obsessed with you.”
I shake my head. “No, he’s not allowed to be obsessed with me.”
“Allowed to or not, he is.”
“Jordan, I think I want to make a terrible decision,” I say, voice nearly a whisper, as if the quieter I say it, the less likely the universe will know.
She reaches over and takes my hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I know. You’re obsessed with him too.” She says it like a joke but the look on her face is all soft support.
Liz
Isa, what are your plans for tonight?
Isabella
Well, since I have the night off, I was thinking a relaxing bubble bath, wine, my favorite two men, and binge-watching the new season of that sexy historical romance
I think she’s finally going to fuck the duke!
Jordan
excuse me?
Isabella
Ben and Jerry, Jordan. Jesus
Jordan
oh, right
Liz
*eye roll*
Well throw all those plans out the window!
