Page 48 of Finding My Forever

I nodded once. “Break a leg.”

Liam smirked and waved at Elijah. “Come on.”

He set Sophia back on the ground and took two steps toward me.

“Oh no.”

He laughed and pulled me into a normal hug. “Bye.”

“Bye, Elijah.”

He stepped back and rested his hands on my shoulders. “We’re friends now. You can call me Eli.”

Huh. We were officially friends? Since when? “Bye, Eli.”

They turned and quickly crossed the street toward the park.

I really hoped that wasn’t our last goodbye.

Chapter 14

“Good morning.” I smiled at Liam’s greeting over the phone.

I really liked waking up to the sound of his voice. “Morning.”

“We need to get started early today, it’s going to be a long one.”

“Is it?”

We hadn’t discussed plans the night before. I didn’t want to assume they would continue to spend time with us. Maybe Sophia had said something to Eli.

“Yes, we’re going to do a few of our favorite things, and tonight we have a surprise for you two.”

I waved my hand and got Sophia’s attention. She looked at me and I pointed to the phone. “You have a surprise planned for us?”

Her eyebrows shot up, so she didn’t know what was going on either.

“Yes. Meet us in front of the Museum of Modern Art at ten-thirty.”

We hung up and I caught up Sophia. “Ten thirty is an early start for them?”

I laughed with her. “I guess that’s college life. Maybe they were at rehearsal late.”

“Sure. We’ll at least we have time to get ready this morning.”

I agreed, but that was more time for me to think. Not something I wanted to do too much of since it usually led to worrying.

“Do you think he likes me?” As the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. How lame was I?

Sophia sat down on her bed and stayed silent.

I continued putting on my makeup like I wasn’t stressing out waiting for her to respond.

“My gut says yes, but I’m trying to stay as practical as possible. Also, I don’t want to give you false hope, so I’m not just saying yes to make you feel better.”

I let out a sigh and set down the eyeshadow brush I was using.

“I can’t tell if he’s being nice, or if…”