I found the second Tuesday and wrote:
Open Mic Night?
The question mark bothered me.
I crossed it out, rewrote the words beneath it, and circled them.
Then I turned to the notes section.
Local Author Spotlight
Saturday Story Hour
Romance Book Club
I added Blind Date with a Book Night, stared at it, then drew a line through it because Naomi would somehow turn it into actual speed dating if given the opportunity.
My phone vibrated beside me.
I reached for it too quickly and nearly knocked over my tea.
Ellis had replied.
I’m glad you like them. The heart was already there. I just happened to have my camera.
A smile pulled at my mouth.
Before I could put the phone down, another message appeared beneath the first.
Are you planning to make Open Mic a regular event?
I looked toward the open planner on my lap.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only person who had seen the possibility in those photographs.
Naomi already decided we are. I’m still pretending to weigh the pros and cons.
Another text appeared.
Sounds like Naomi.
I sat up a little straighter.
He had only met her twice, but somehow that was enough.
You caught on quickly.
She isn’t subtle.
I laughed softly and glanced toward the television, though I had no idea what was happening onscreen anymore.
No, she is not.
His next response took longer.
For what it’s worth, I think you should do it again. People were still talking about the event when Mila and I stopped by today.
I read the sentence twice.